This afternoon I went out for a run, only to return and find that the kids had been playing in my room whilst I was out. Rather than being annoyed I was delighted, as it enabled me to utter the phrase ‘Who’s been sleeping in my bed?’ with reasonable motive. The only thing that I was upset about was that there had been no porridge involved, although as I am unsure of what the Japanese for porridge actually is, this was most certainly a blessing for all concerned.
Once it had been established that I wasn’t actually in a terrible rage with the children, and that I had instead been ‘acting’, we were all whisked along to one of the local farms to eat ice cream and look at the horses. I am not entirely sure what I had done to deserve such a treat, but I was more than happy to regress back to a youth of ponies and frozen delicacies. And it has to be said; pumpkin flavour ice cream is flipping delish.