Why optimism isn’t frivolous and leaving the pram outside

On hope as a necessity and the joy of 'tillid' (plus napping like a Danish toddler)

It’s that mad time of year when light returns and everything grows inches overnight. Since the clocks changed at the end of March, my small people have refused to sleep at bedtime (‘because it’s light!’) then woken when the birds start up at 5am. Singing. Loudly. And no, I do not live in an aviary. But there’s a tree across the road that’s proven quite …