I was going through my old emails when I found this one I sent to a mate two years ago, when my daughter was off school with tummy ache:
‘Rose is well enough to lie in bed, commune with her mates on Facebook, watch A House In the Country (not a brittle Noel Coward comedy of manners, but another pile of old bollocks) eat half a packet of biscuits and complain bitterly that someone has been drinking her Lucozade.
Steve stripped down to his knickers yesterday and dragged Bella into the shower. (what a great intro for a world weary 20th century novel) she emerged a happier, fluffier, altogether nicer-smelling dog. Steve, on the other hand, was a sadder, wiser man with sopping knickers. Today I washed the shower.
Life is full of event.’