I go downstairs in my nightie and dressing gown (is that a goonie Daphne?) to make a cuppa and put some lights on, turn the computers on and check if any VIP emails have come in overnight - well you never know.
When DH starts moving around upstairs I put his porridge on in the microwave and retire to the bathroom for my shower and then dressed. It works for us.
I get ready for bed when I retire in the evening and never before.
‘The ‘professionals’ - finally finished, phew!
Wrong side driving social media stunt



