I’ve never been a happy sleeper. As a child, I can remember that I never wanted to go to bed. I always got up early. You see, I love new. I love a start. I love fresh. Let me explain. My favourite day is always Monday. My favourite day of the year is new year’s day. My favourite day of the month is always the first. So, I love a new day, new week, new month and new year. I also like to let go, not hold on, pass it by, not let it bother me, start a fresh and get on with it. I don’t know if that’s pragmatism or laziness. If it needs sorting out, more often than not, it gets binned. I don’t mean things like a pocket in my jeans that’s dropping my loose change but the metaphorical stuff that can take up unnecessary space in …