Flops and fish cakes...

Flop.

I am in a complete flop.

Number four child is walking across the room singing, no more wawwwwing. Think Clint Eastwood and Western movie soundtracks...wa, wa, wa, wa, waaaaaaaa. Waa, waa, waaaaaaaaa.

Child number six is running back and forward, trying desperately to find somewhere to hide, and has now crashed under child number one's shirt. Child number one is technically an adult, although anyone listening to him fuss about her feet in his ribs would dispute that.

Child number five is pretending to be a cushion, hoping his dad won't notice he is still clicking on the laptop past his allocated time.

Number three has commandeered the dining room table for her art project. Well, to doodle on a pad while singing out of key to the tunes plugged into her head.

Number two is currently at his band's 'practice'. He may crash in at any moment, and stagger like Frankenstein with guitar slung across his back, and amp dragging him floor-wards.

The cat is prostrate across the living room rug obliviously.

The man who helped me produce the cacophony of minions in the first place, is now also producing food. Fish cakes, one of their favourites.

While I sigh, and think in my flop, that today was a turning point kind of a day. Today we found out that the cooking man will not actually be dying of a brain tumour any time soon.

Thank God because my fish cakes are crap.