MONDAY
Biscuits are an absolute essential in this house. We always need a couple of emergency packs hidden somewhere, or there’s trouble.
This morning I discover that the back-up stash is running dangerously low. I’m not sure how this has happened, but it’s not good. We can't just pop down to the local shop for a pack of Hobnobs. We can’t really 'pop’ anywhere.
I decide to take action, and commission a batch of home-made cookies from the children - a wholesome yet fun after-school activity. I congratulate myself on this excellent parenting ruse: a bonding exercise which also happens to fulfil an important nutritional need.
With freshly-baked biscuit smells wafting through the house, I suddenly notice that Satchmo and Bertie-Wooster seem to have put on weight. I’m about to remark on this to the husband, then realise I have too. I’m guessing this is due to general inactivity. And wine. And definitely biscuits.
It's clear that the dog, the cat and I should immediately begin a collective course of self-improvement, so I grab Satchmo's lead for a walk. He gives a little snort and heaves himself slightly reluctantly off his bed.
I catch sight of Bertie-Wooster as he slides past me towards the cat flap. It’s like he knows.
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