It’s hard to tell if it’s even a child in this image, but just the thought of a little girl spying on her parent’s soirée, makes me smile. Many of us have memories of sitting in our rooms listening to the clinking of glasses, music and jolly banter coming from the grownups downstairs. If we were lucky, we’d get to stay up a little later than usual, just to see the guests arriving. We rarely have people over past 8 p.m these days, but if we do, it’s our eldest child who loves to stay up and greet them at the door, fill up their wine glasses and eavesdrop on all the conversations. She reminds me so much of me as child, switching from a nightie to a tartan tutu in less than a minute, never wanting to miss out on a party.