My work blackberry. Dead. Password and PIN long forgotten. 
An iPod Touch, the height of cool in 2009 and barely worth charging now.
A small bottle of baby oil for Number 3’s cradle cap.
A reading light – one of those dinky clip-on ones, for those nights when Number 3 fed for ages and I could read in the middle of the night.
Ten books – some finished, some started, some for dipping into. The Wonder Weeks is one. I bought it when Number 1 was at a particularly difficult stage at around 7 months and I still have a read of it now and again.
A pack of homeopathic teething medicine – for the times when The Wonder Weeks offers no consolation and the old “he must be teething” excuse gets rolled out.
Two hair ties. Sadly, tying my hair up in a ponytail or bun before getting out of bed generally equates to my daily style routine. I’m determined to change this. A dab of moisturiser and a dusting of bronzer to the face really should be managable.

A glass of water for that middle of the night thirst.
A mug of rosehip tea, gone cold.
A pen and a notebook – an old habit. So many to dos and ideas spring to mind just before I drop off to sleep. Nowadays these things get typed straight into my phone.
My phone and charger.
A teddy bear my sister gave me years ago. The boys insisted I keep it near me when the realised it was mine not theirs. How one can sleep without their favourite cuddly toy is beyond them.
Hairs – that’s one of the few downsides to breastfeeding. Since I have particularly thick hair (we’re talking two packs of hair dye at a go here), there is A LOT of stray hair floating round our house.
And then there’s dust. Lots of dust.

Add a nappy and a slice of cake and you’d pretty much have a microcosm of my life.