That’s not the light-pull
We were lucky this morning in that the rain stayed off for most of our journey to the homeopath. I hadn’t realised how long the appointments would take, though, so the kids had a long time sitting in her waiting-room. She’s given me a remedy for Jack, and she gave George and Scratchy each something while we were there. We’ve to phone her in three weeks to discuss how they’re getting on.
While she saw Scratchy, I’d a chat with her secretary - the usual “I don’t know how you have time to home-educate with five children!” stuff. My usual answer is “I don’t do school-runs” - which usually gets a thoughtful look and a sudden understanding 
Anyway we had that conversation, and then later she said something else about finding time. I asked what time she got up. 7.30, she said. And what time did her son get on the bus, I asked. Ten to nine, she said. I asked what she was doing all that time. “Getting him organised for school,” she replied - and then, realising what she’d walked straight into, burst out laughing
On the way back, we stopped to grab a late lunch. A few minutes after we got back in the car, Jack piped up that he needed to pee 
We weren’t far from a large service-station with a restaurant etc so we pulled in there. The restaurant had a big sign up that their facilities were for customers only, so Scratchy took Jack over to the shop at the service-station. They didn’t have public toilets, but they said he could use the staff ones in the back. So Scratchy took him in, pulled the door, and reached up and pulled what he thought was the cord to turn the light on.
He thought wrong.
It was the panic alarm.
Which has a direct link to the police.
It gave the staff and the police a good chuckle anyway 
Although we only had lunch at about 3pm, the kids insisted on being fed again at 6 - demanding creatures, they are 
So they’ve all just chowed down on mac’n'cheese while I had a bath (at first with Toby and Jack, but I got to top up with lava-water after they got out :-)) Barney, George and Freddy are off to ju-jitsu in a few minutes, and I’m going to lie down and nurse Toby to sleep - and hope that Jack doesn’t bounce all over us too much.
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Your way of arguing your case is enviable! Keep the anectodes coming, I am learning from you!
Esther
ROFL at the police thing - oops!