I woke up at five this morning to find I was having a nosebleed. I’ve suffered from nosebleeds since I was very young. I always worry that the blood will never stop. Once, when I was about three I woke up to find I had experienced a nosebleed in my sleep. There were spots of blood on my pillow and the bed sheet. When my parents asked me what happened I said “the crocodile came out of the sunshine”. That surreal witticism has never left me and it was my first thought this morning as I groped my way to the bathroom in the darkness with my other hand pinching the bridge.