Last night, the lightning started around 20 after ten. Now, the children should be fast asleep by then, and not bothered at all. But, no. Not my children. And Harry was scared. So scared he thought he might throw up. He didn't, of course.
"Pray with me," he said as I got him back into bed.
So we did the Sign of the Cross and I looked at him. "What is it you want to pray?" I asked.
"God, please keep everyone in the whole world safe," he said.
Amen to that.