The first day of The Fixer's summer holiday passed in such a whirl of activity that I have been too shattered until now to write a post.
She appears to have taken on the mantle of housekeeper for the duration, and believe me, she could give that woman in 'Rebecca' a run for her money.
Boy, is that child organised. She has made us a spreadsheet, outlining various cleaning tasks, and we have to tick little boxes which say things like 'sweep floors', 'clean kitchen tops and table' and 'dust and polish living room'.
I was slightly concerned at one point that I appeared to be doing all the work while she ticked the boxes, but I suppose that's what makes a good manager. Anyway, over here, she tells a rather different story.
To nobody's surprise, The Singer hot-footed it round to Nana's as soon as she got a whiff of Windowlene and once The Football Fanatic had done her stint at work she retired to her room. (These two don't generally sully their hands with anything domestic. In fact, it's about the only thing they agree on).
So with The Peacemaker and The Noise still at school till next week, it was just a mother-and-one-daughter bonding session.
I quite enjoyed it. And we've got a clean kitchen. And a very tidy living room. And the hall doesn't look too bad either.
I just don't know if I can keep up the pace.