Dad’s World with Jonathan deBurca Butler

IT’S 8.35am on Sunday and my lie-on is coming to an end. Ciara has been up with Luke since just after 6am and, through the walls of the bedroom, I hear Fionn shouting down to his mother.

“Is it morning time?” he asks at the top of his voice.

“Yes, it’s morning time,” comes the equally... eh... resonant response from the kitchen.