EDITOR’S LETTER
Sleep is sometimes an issue for me, if not always a problem. My lovely dad also occasionally battled to sleep, and I’ve got fantastic memories of the two of us sitting cross-legged on the floor while he played records (yep, that long ago) into the early hours – Miles Davis, Aretha Franklin, Herb Alpert, Frank Sinatra, Mahalia Jackson… I wouldn’t give those sleepless nights up for anything. These days when I can’t sleep (often at full moon, although everyone assures me that’s nonsense), I’m usually quite calm about it. I write stuff in my mind, map an approach to something I haven’t had time to think about properly, work out how I’ll spend my lotto winnings despite not having a ticket… the kind of thing we all do before sleeplessness suddenly…