After years of getting children to school, commuting etc., I am thoroughly enjoying my mornings. In the winter, I tend not to go to bed until at least 11:30, but no reading in bed. Then the night begins; if I am lucky I sleep until about 2:30, then up to the loo, and then fidget/sleep/ache/turn over until I fall into an exhausted sleep at about 6am. Up around 8;30, then slow breakfast. Surprisingly, I function quite well, so perhaps I am getting more sleep than I think I am. In the summer, I get up earlier as I love my wander around the garden, coffee in hand.