And hand in hand on the edge of the sand

I arrived back into Glasgow's Central Station just after 11pm last night, half an hour late due to train delays. I have four beautiful children and they demand of me that I wake them up whenever I get home so they can have a cuddle with me.
I do this religiously, and they rarely remember it. I always feel jealous of that depth of sleep!
The side effect of being away with work is that #3 becomes very clingy when I get home, so we're curled up in a heap on my bed listening to an album called 'The Golden Age' by Woodkid. It's lovely - both the album, and the cuddle.