Oh the joys of getting ready in the morning when you are not a morning person. Compounded by the joy of also getting two small people ready at the same time. Who also, as it is starting to turn out, aren’t really morning people either. I fumbled through all of my mornings in my twenties and early thirties by washing my hair EVERY DAY (hysterical) and wearing co-ordinated outfits, bags and shoes and some kind of matching cheap fashion jewellery. I also ironed my hair EVERY DAY and a ...