On Sunday, most uncharacteristically, the Princess had a nap. Eventually, with great regret, we had to wake her as otherwise she would certainly not have gone to bed that night.
Me: Wake up, sweetheart.
Her: Ummph, urgh.
Me: I have great news, while you were asleep I was out and I met L’s mummy and you are invited to L’s birthday party. There’s going to be a magician.
Her (blearily): Now? Is the party now?
Me (with some trepidation): No, sweetheart, it’s next weekend.
Her (falling back on the pillow): Thank God.
I sympathise. It’s hell having to go out and socialise all the time.
No.
Really.