Pre-tea nap

Spreadsheets. Everybody loves spreadsheets. Dream worlds populated by numbers, powered by half-hidden formulae. The ultimate fiction, allowing you to tell your story numerically, building character with fonts, white space and oblique comments.

I emerge from my dream grid and it's time for Angus's parent's evening. Five teachers and a head master in less than an hour. All say pretty much the same thing: "he could do well if he works harder."

While I construct veggie burritos, Angus has a power nap. Claire's immersed in lesson plans and PowerPoint. We eat and talk. Then it's back to the spreadsheet.