^ Me too.
Five kids, undeterred by the rain, squabbling about blueberries and scoffing cakes in the garden.
Spare Baby, who did a poo an hour from when he got up to nap time, has been despatched home.
The grotboys' former gymnastics teacher, who, for reasons unknown, has always had a soft spot for them, has offered to tutor them a couple of afternoons a week, free of charge, if we end up schoolless. It will all be okay, somehow, just as long as my health holds up and my mother stays alive. Most others things I can cope with, just.