Last Friday I was sneaking in a little rest after a busy morning unravelling la paperasserie (red tape), when I heard Tom’s feet resounding up the stairs. He burst through the bedroom door and pounced onto the bed, perching astride my knees to pin down my attention. “Mum, Mum, MUM. So today, we had salad, with olives and egg and dressing…” “I had rockmelon!” yelled his younger brother, sticking his baseball-capped head around the door frame. “Shhhh I was telling!!”…
