It’s creeping up on me, I think.

I went to leap up onto a bed this morning. In the process of making myself ready to launch my form onto the soft mattress with a duvet cover smothered in beagle glitter, I was seen to hesitate and then make a double movement to reach the giddy heights of the bed. I just made it. I have not hesitated before and it made my dad feel a little sad.

He watched as I settled carefully onto the middle of the bed, looked out of the window and sighed gently as I rested.

I can still do it. Just.