Here we are at nine of the clock in the morning and not a child in the house washed.
Not a crumb has passed my lips and the blinds still tightly drawn. I better go pull them back and open a window or my neighbours will think I am dead.

Well, I am not dead – I think!

I had a late night. One of those nights where sleep played games of hide and seek, allowing me to win at about 4 a.m. When that happens I go into a very deep sleep for a few hours and wake in a thick foggy haze. Today I noticed a difference in the morning radio schedule…. The 6 a.m. news was only moments before the eight o’ clock bulletin, and now half the morning has gone and I have no homework to share with you.

Do I feel guilty?

ME?

I don’t know the meaning of guilt!

Right. Anyone for breakfast?