The Princess was sick during the night but completely restored in the morning. We let her stay at home because we are merciful. She was unaware of our decision to be merciful and was dragging herself around saying, “I’m too ill to eat.”
She came into the kitchen and said to me, “What’s 4+4+1?” “9,” I said. “Oh, I couldn’t work that out, I’m too ill to do maths or to read, I’m going back to bed.
When I went up to check on her she shoved “Horrid Henry” under the bedclothes but realising that she had been spotted she said, “I’m still too ill to do sums, but I can read now.”
No sooner had I departed with the boys than herself conceded that she was not, in fact, sick at all and she spent the morning happily reading.
One of her brothers is to get a school prize for attendance. I think she has her eye on a different prize.
