Christine's nights of '96 br kept her mind off br the horror of the br boogeyman, but still kept her awake br br Her bed was as soft as a br cloud and her room br cast no shadows. br Nor did any board squeak under her weight br br The toys in the corner stared br softly and guarded her br tea party table from br the lesser loved dolls that craved imaginary tea cakes. br br Every night just made Christine br restless as plates played br frisbee, whilst Mummy br drank juice and shouted for daddy to 'let go for Christ's sake! It's only one drink more.' br br In '97 mummy didn't come round br so much and left Dad br in charge of the days and the nights. br Never did Christine see her Dad drink juice that her Mother drank. br Water did just fine.