For the last 3 days (and judging by the way I’m feeling right now there’s more to come) I have been confined to my sick bed. This is strange because I’m never really, seriously ill. Unfortunately this has coincided with the September weekend. The kids and I had plans to do ‘stuff’ during this, the first of the school holidays. Instead they have been looking after themselves to some extent. I half expected it to go all Lord of the Flies but they have really surprised me. Instead they have entertained themselves through den building, imaginative play, board games, TV and movies. They have been kind and considerate and, for the most part, have played well together. I feel monumentally guilty about not spending quality time with them this weekend but I’m so proud of the way they have coped with me being ill.