It is always best to tackle a daunting task first thing in the morning. That way, by the time you are actually conscious you will already be halfway through whatever drudgery you have set for yourself. My task this morning was to launder all my bed linen; duvet included.
Having stuffed my king sized duvet in the Fisher & Paykel ‘Gentle Annie’ ( washing machine of 80’s and 90’s childhoods everywhere), even though I know full well that they are wholly incompatible, (Do you ever get that? The idea that your sheer willpower alone will be enough to overcome technical difficulties?) I then set about preparing myself a lavish breakfast, the details of which I will spare you (it involved tofu) and setting down to eat it while the children roared about the house enacting scenes from their various favoured television shows.
It was at this time wherein, Dora the Explorer played by Mabel Tinksybell Ice-Cream (the actress’s preferred title at present) first alerted me to the situation.
Dora/Mabel: ‘Mama! There is a river!’
And, because I am a great believer in imaginative play, and always ready to assume a supporting role, went right along.
Plucky side-kick/Alice: ‘Oh no, Dora! A river! What are we going to do?’
Dora/Mabel: ‘Mama! The river is coming to get me! Mama! The river is in the kitchen!’
She was even standing on a chair at this point, clasping her little hands together. Adorable, I thought. Such commitment to the part.
Enter Buzz Lightyear/Theo.
Buzz Lightyear/Theo: ‘Mama. There is a flood. The washing machine is broken. I will call Pappous to fix it.’
Plucky side-kick/Alice: ‘Oh, bloody hell!’
You know how there are different kinds of ‘Today I flooded the wash-house’? Well today? I bloody flooded the bloody wash-house. Gentle Annie:1. Plucky side-kick/Alice:0.
Buzz Lightyear/Theo: ‘Mama? Is this a good flood? Or a bad flood?’
They will really ask you things like this, usually in moments you are trying to hold back a deluge with a tea-towel.
Sodden side-kick/Alice: ‘Uh…it’s just a flood, Bubba.’
Buzz Lightyear/Theo: ‘Yes. But….’
When I had finally restored some semblance of order and went to return to my breakfast, the cats had licked it all over. So I gave it to the dog. Who rejected it.
Life is made up of moments like this.
But then, when I came to my bedroom to write this, quickly and quietly before I had to return to the 57th rousing rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star that is currently taking place on the front step, I found that the children had made my bed with their own duvets. And it was the best thing that’s ever happened.
Life is made up of moments like this, too.