News from the front

In the school holiday battle for household supremacy, let it be hereby recorded that the children have categorically and undeniably won. Battlefield clean-up is scheduled for the day school begins and will be undertaken by the defeated army, ie, me. Offerings are being made to the weather-gods so they do not smite me with a heat wave until normality is resumed. Meanwhile, a warning to all who try to enter the battle-zone: please tread carefully lest a piece of lego become embedded in your foot or you go arse over elbow when treading on a small train. Clean clothes can be found in one of the baskets of washing lying scattered round the house. Consider yourselves lucky that there is food in the cupboards and meals on the table. Oh, and that I managed a cake for the Climber's low-rent birthday gathering in the park tomorrow morning. (Calling it a 'party' would be too ambitious .)