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Son is watching Star Wars in lieu of a bedtime story tonight. Does this make me a bad parent? I'm not sure. He is a bit obsessed at the moment. The other day one of the littler children shoved him deliberately when he was getting off the school bus. He said: "Shashank is in a bit of a grumpy mood today. I think if he was a jedi, he would be moving across to the dark side."

Have been to the UK and come back again. It was a mad whirl of hospital appointments, jet-lag and Tescos. Didn't make it to McDonald's though. Shame. I had lots of very important shopping to do and duly came back with Barbie armbands, Batman goggles and Ben 10 swimming trunks. Also waterproof mascara, stay-fast lipstick and fake tan. Yes, swimming pool season is here, hurrah! Oh the joys of playing Barbie Mermadia whilst being attacked with a water pistol. 

Son has promised to learn to swim this summer. He needs to get a move on or he will be beaten to it by his little sisters. Hubby is off trekking at the moment with his insane Australian colleague, who is about fifteen years younger and mad as a barking catfish. It's a work thing - a duty check to check up on the welfare facilities that the army provides for ex-Gurkhas and their families in outlying villages (contrary to the outrage propagated by Joanna Lumley, the army actually does quite a lot for ex-Gurkhas). However, I worry that Australian Chap will persuade Hubby to do something insanely macho, like drinking a bottle of whisky before sprinting up a glacier. He has promised me he won't. But Aussie Chap is not to be trusted. He tried to teach Son to say sh*t the other day (luckily as it wasn't in the context of a Star Wars plot, Son took no notice whatsoever) and throw Twin 1 in the swimming pool in her pants. She says he is a bad man. So I hope Hubby comes back with his limbs and reputation intact...