I'm alone in a dark kitchen at 6.30am. Outside, birds are joyful. There is a warm patch under my feet, but I'm still wearing boot socks and a beanie on top of my dressing gown because the house is cold. To be honest, I'm still half awake and can't get it together to light the fire. This is the perfect time of day, when the whole world is full of hope and promise. This is when dreams can still come true.