'It fell off in my hand!' says one of my sons, bringing our floor brush to me in two bits ('Erm, I'd sort of been leaning on it, and I was really comfy, then it kind of broke and I nearly fell on my BAD ARM....'

'It just broke!' my kids chorus when I open the case of my (admittedly old and knackered) sax and find it lying there in a billion pieces.

Things 'just break' around here. It's amazing - as if there's some other force at work. One time, J's favourite jeans SHREDDED THEMSELVES with a pair of scissors. It's amazing what they can do with denim these days.

xx