What keeps you awake at night?

Not reading my bank statements thoroughly enough!

Worry that I am not going to work.

Just crippling existential dread.

The baby monitor. Followed by my own fake snores.

Nothing. I fell asleep while I was getting a shave. When I woke up, the barber said, “No one has ever fallen asleep with a razor at their throat.” And I was like, “Bro, I have three boys under five – I sleep when I can.”

My wife cleaning.

Trying to think of a recipe I’ve forgotten. I keep a notebook by my bed now.

A new song just finished.

Cows in the field next door.

This administration.

Anything from the concept of human mortality to a faux pas I made at a party in 2005.

Until I got curtains recently, it was the orange street light.

My children, because they come with me wherever I go.

If I think my family’s not safe. And if I have a good idea musically: sometimes I can’t sleep out of excitement.

Most things really. I’m a night owl.

That to-do list I am supposed to get through but can’t summon the energy for in these weird, distracted times.

Our son. And ideas for Woman’s Hour, or businesses to start.

The thought of infinity.

The thought that I could be doing more: being more productive, doing more of the things that matter, and less of the things that don’t.

I sleep very well. Nothing keeps you awake when you know within yourself how much you care, how much you give, and that you always try your best. And that’s true for me, whether it’s on the pitch, on the international stage leading the line for my country, or at home.