‘Daddy! Daddy!’ my daughter stated, pointing
to the untidy debris and nodding with conviction. ‘Yes!’ I agreed with just a
touch of Mr Mischief, ‘Just like daddy’s shed.’
Later that day, I relayed the anecdote to ‘daddy’.
‘Mr Messy probably doesn’t have time to tidy his shed either,’ he retorted. He
had a point. Time seems to be in short supply these days.