Toys everywhere. Food all over the floor. Pain stakingly picked and processed black berries (with Apple) spilt. Two little baby girls squealing (rage? Fear? Delight?) One little boy finding them off with well placed pushes. 12 coming for lunch. Place in chaos. Dishwasher full. No time to run it before guests assemble. Mr Fish's flatulence roaring through the leaves. Heavy rain forecast.No peace anywhere.
Magic