Toodle pip!

Yes, he really has gone! Grumpy Hector has disappeared from our lives and I can't quite believe it. Of course we are now sleeping on a mattress on the floor (something which really upset Son - he's not good with change) like slum dwellers - which come to think of it is sort of in keeping with the rest of the house anyway - but at least we are cheery slum dwellers with plenty of energy and verve and zest for life. This is a good thing as we will need all these attributes to survive Easter weekend at my parents, complete with a full set of siblings and nephews/nieces. In all there will be seventeen of us to celebrate Easter, with ages ranging between seventy four and two. Oh and a nice simmering family thingy as well (trying to think of a good word for it and all I can come up with is 'area of disharmony', which doesn't really do justice to the endless palaver that has been going on the last couple of weeks), so there should be plenty of tense conversations and forced smiles during the egg hunt. But at least Grumpy Hector won't be there to add to the mix!