The 2.5 year old has just gone off to swimming with her Mum. Provided it's not raining too bad, we always play this little game whenever the kids get home where they ring the doorbell then hide outside while they wait for me to open the door. When I open the door they jump out and shout "boo!" as I grab my chest and pretend to be frightened out of my wits.
So, the 2.5 was due back home about 20 minutes ago and about 10 minutes ago the door bell rang - you can see where this is going - so I rushed down stairs but before I got to the door I thought I'd play a little trick on them. I figured that this time I'd hide and frighten them.
Anyway, they're still not back yet and it was a salesman at the door, but luckily I realised that before I hid and made a fool of myself.
*I'm finishing off the last few chapters of my book. The last one will be the hardest. Fiction *almost always* has to end with a bang not a whimper.*
