I remembered we were having dinner on Christmas Day at his manager's house and I felt dredfully sick.
Conor was in his room still wearing his pyjamas - he wouldn't go to sleep in any others.
It is full of anger.
I left him to his thoughts.
He was pretending to be asleep but when I went to bed, he jumped in with me - he was so excited about the day he'd had with his Daddy.
He was playing with his nanny and I heard him talking and shouting happily.