Let me win, I want to win, I want to race you to the cherry blossom tree, and you must slow down even though if you told the truth you also really want to win. (I get there first.)

R has a picnic to which no boys are invited. She is full of man-hate at the moment. Alice is going a little bit crazy and not sleeping too much, but she has yoga. J half finishes two crosswords, and each he flings to the ground in abject disgust. ‘I hate crosswords,’ he says, and starts another.

I still miss facebook.

My family has stopped calling me.