I seem to have lost a daughter and gained an elephant.
Ever since Kimba left, Lizzie has embarked on a vigorous campaign of jumping in her bedroom. Even at the other end of the house you can feel the floor bounce.
I don't know what she's doing though because she won't let me in her room. She's decorating the walls apparently and I can look when its finished. When I knock on the door she opens it a crack and peers out.
Right then I just had a bad feeling. You know the one. It's the one where one of the kids comes out and says –
where are my work clothes?
And you just know they're at the bottom of the dirty washing basket with a pile of damp towels on top of them.