Bernard O'Shea: Five things I've learned to whisper around the kids

"I whisper, “Is there chocolate in the house?” Not shout. Not say. Whisper. It is as if I’m in a spy film, and a Toblerone is a state secret."
There’s a moment, usually around 8.45pm, when the children are finally in bed, the dishwasher is bravely clattering away, and I stand at the fridge like a war general surveying a milk stained battlefield.