(From Western Morning News)
It was the deep dark night of the soul - 3am to be precise - when the Red-Head walked into our bedroom and clambered over me and snuggled down between me and her father.
"I've had a bad dream," she said.
"Have you angel?" I asked her in whispers, "What was it about?" "A boy drank all the sea in the world." I cuddled her tight.
"Through a straw," she added. A gruesome image for anyone to have to imagine, let alone subconsciously invading your slumber.
"He got bigger and bigger and all the sea creatures were dying on the sand."
"Hush now," I soothed, stroking her hair, "It was only a dream." …