“So if you’re OK with that,” I said, “I’ll spend the afternoon watching the cricket.”
“No problem at all.”
My beloved wife smiled sweetly. Too sweetly. After twenty years of marriage I should have realised…
“You know we’re babysitting don’t you?”
Lauren – an angelic seven year old – arrived half an hour later. Just as England started their second innings.
It was ten years since I’d last been in charge of a seven year old. [Read more…]