Externally, I am the picture of calm. Internally, I am curled up in a ball and wailing like a five-year-old that has had his favourite toy confiscated. I suspect this is going to be a very expensive mistake. This is the kind of thing that happens when you are too tired to think straight. Last night, we were out for my husband’s 50th birthday, feasting at The Steak Restaurant in Hatch End. At 04:00 this morning, I awoke as my stomach hadn’t digested everything and I was blasting away under the covers. Unable to fall asleep again as my husband …