It's not often I can say this but, Mrs Twiddle, you'd be proud of me. I've cleaned out my kitchen cupboards, sorted through old magazines, tidied my bedroom drawers, done some tree pruning, sifted through the understairs cupboard, done some mending, written thank-you letters and done goodness knows how many loads of washing. My daughters have also tackled (operative word!) their rooms and they are almost accessible for cleaning - quick blast of the Hallelujah Chorus!

Twiddling's quite therapeutic, isn't it?