I felt the jolt, as I was in deep sleep I thought it was a dream. Then came another and another, so it wasn’t a dream after all. I distinctively heard children’s voices singing “Happy Birthday to you Mum, Happy Birthday to you Mum ” and they added their own verse, “Wake up and eat your breakfast”. At this point I started yawning and stretching, with the aroma of a delicious English Breakfast and the children’s happy faces, I didn’t need any convincing. I thanked, hugged and kissed each of them and winked at my husband who had supervised their morning endeavours.