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What to do today? Aimless, I amble through the house, seeking inspiration. I find the female half of the family in the dining room. Mitch, Beth and Jenny. Cara and Adam sit on the carpet amid a scatter of discarded A4 sheets, each clutching a crayon the size of a banana, gurgling delightedly as they commit hell in red and green. Vicky’s carrycot lies by Mitch’s feet at one end of the long table, but Vicky herself is with Jenny, sucking contentedly from a bottle. My older and younger daughters make unlikely siblings, but both seem happy with the arrangement. Mitch, choosing a pastel from the rainbow in the tin by her side, is working on sketches for something or other. Dolphins and sea horses in improbable colours battle for space with smiling octopuses and what I’d judge to be a blue