One night I was carrying her around the house, trying to get her to get back to sleep. It was probably 3 or 4am, the house is dark, quiet. S is asleep, and it just reminded me of when we first got the flat, when it was bare walls and rough floors, with no lights, no furniture, no color, and I was just there wiring it up. The house has changed so much, it’s full of things, full of people, of a crying baby, and we spend so much time in it now. It’s becoming a lived-in house, a home.