I can’t sleep. Partly because I’ve been watching the 12 Hours of Bathurst, but mostly because when I wake up I have to make pancakes for breakfast, and with those pancakes we’re going to have a very hard conversation.

In the morning our family of three will all know that we’re becoming two units, and our child will learn that her parents are getting divorced. I’m certain that on some level she already knows - she’s not stupid, and the change in the amount of “I love you’s” or cheeky touches of cheeks between her parents will no doubt have registered, but tomorrow it becomes very real.

Hayley and I spent some time tonight talking about the specifics of what we want to cover, and how we want to position certain bits of the conversation , and mostly about how we’re going to let kid know that she is loved and that everything is going to be OK. Neither of us are looking forward to it, and it’s going to be a rubbish day, but I think we’re prepped to make it as understandable for kid as possible.

Not going to be able to sleep though, so this race better keep being good.