I’ve been trying to get the cupboard of baby and toddler and pre-school clothes cleaned out before school starts. There’s almost zero chance of a third child appearing now, and I think it will be less hard on my heart to pass the clothes on now than it will once both of my boys are officially at school. I was going to tell you how it feels to take the clothes, worn by both of my boys, out of the washing machine and hang them on the line. But such sentences take a lot of time, and I’ve got lots of deadlines and not to mention the Uno games. So you’ll need to imagine the washing for yourselves. You’ll be fine. Just grab a whiff of the washing powder you used to use. Your mind will do the rest.

I’m sad about the absent third child, deeply so sometimes, not for any particular reason, just because I always thought there would be a third. Time is kind of taking care of the sadness though, because we’re so far from being a baby house now that almost every day a baby makes less and less sense.

And as if to prove it, PlaySchool has come on the television and Eldest Boy has started walking around saying ‘this show sucks the world…this is for babies…’.

And this from the child who was ‘totally creeped out’ during the whole of our visit to the pirate exhibition at the Maritime Museum.