“There are lady council workers in my bedroom”

IT’S 6am and my husband tiptoes around our room in a Kerry B&B, careful not to wake me.

We were in bed last night, at 10pm, lights out. I’d envisaged something, anything more diverting than lying in bed with my eyes smack wide open at 10 but my husband said, “triathlon starts at seven tomorrow”.

He explained what a half-iron-man triathlon involved and after this, even I couldn’t argue a case for turning the lights back on.