Dad’s World with Jonathan deBurca Butler

I HAD been given the lie-in. Luke was up at his usual time — six o’clock — but this morning even though it was my turn to go get him, Ciara let me stay in the scratcher.

I didn’t go back to sleep. Instead, I lay there and waited for the day to break. I was pensive. Today was a milestone.

Forty, the big four-o, otherwise known as the big four-oh-where-the-feck-did-those-last-20-years-go. I had to say it to myself a few times to get used to it.