I’m not a morning person, but I’ve got used to early toilet walks since we moved into an apartment.

It’s not as bad as it seems, there’s something magical about the city at 5am. It’s quiet, but the lights are always on. The season is changing, the wind was blowing this morning and the temperature was a chilly 11 degrees.

Lockie thought it was a good idea to have a roll on the damp grass and get comfy for a little rest. I don’t think so, Lock, my bed was calling me back! 7.30am is a way more civilised time to start the day.