I've got a little list.

It starts with axes.

I’m sure lots of people have to pack axes when they go for a day out.

These are special axes. Tudor axes. I’m returning them to their owner, after Tim borrowed them for Michaelmas. That makes much more sense doesn’t it?

I’ve got to be up in the morning at 6.30, to take Tim to his breakfast meeting. Usually he’d walk but today there was an incident with a plastic toy underfoot, and he’s not walking. Still, being up at 6.30 might mean we’re ready to leave the house by around 9?

That’s if I get any sleep, given the mystery alarm that’s been going off around 1.30 each morning for the past few days. We think it might be my stopwatch, adjusted by a small child so it beeps at 56 minutes past the hour, but just once so you can’t find it.

That’s the kind of life I lead. Mystery beeps and tudor axes. Children who need showers at short notice (*don’t* ask why, but let’s just say he’s back in poppered vests) and a cat who steals bread and butter.

Now, where did I put my list?