Met the Minx at Paddington yesterday afternoon.
'Gasping for a fag,' she said.
Went to great outdoors and sparked up. 2 limos + police outriders draw up in front of us.
Princess Anne (I kid you not) gets out of limo 1. She forgets to ask Minx for her autograph. Bet she's kicking herself now ...
Back home. Minx plays on my laptop. She manages to wipe off my email a/c and replace it with her own while I'm in the kitchen cooking. Then she repairs that and spends a long time Googletalking with various strange people.
Bed in wee small hours.
In morning (this morning) she had dyslexic First Born jumping up and down doing exercises and shouting. He produced best homework ever!
Then she abducted both my children.
You'll hear more as soon as I know it myself ...
She's back! Having corrupted them with cake ...