As well as looking after Malcolm's spot on the board in his absence I am also house-sitting and all three of his children are off school with bad colds. It is bedlam in here.
Remarkably from sniffling, barely able to raise their heads, pathetic little creatures of 0830 when schools were informed of their intended absence they have become progressively noisier, fitter and, in short, not at all ill.
Bedrooms now look as if the Met have visited in search of something explosive (and triggered it!) ~ the fridge is empty and the TV is on overload.
This afternoon, before the return of their Mother, there is going to be some
and a lot of
not to mention
