This morning, we actually manage to leave the house as planned, which always fills me with a sense of achievement and what’s more, it was accomplished without me having to screech at anyone. I deliberately do not double-check the email telling us what time the dancing session starts, so I am aiming for a 10.30am arrival, regardless (see post of 13 March). I am feeling particularly smug because orchestrating four children out of the door can be a fraught affair.
So we are driving along the open road to Bedford and everything is calm and then Pixie interrupts Chris Moyles with “Where’s Tumble?”
(this, as it turns out is Pixie’s idea of a joke)