My mother-in-law had had a bit of a fall and as a result was feeling rather shocked. Marie had gone over to spend the weekend with her, making sure she was alright. This left me with two little ankle-biters to look after for the weekend.

That wasn't a problem. I could handle the kids easily enough. The problem I did have was that I'd arranged to go out to this do on Saturday night, and I didn't want to disappoint my hosts.

Enter the baby-sitter.

Rachelle is the sitter we regularly use. We've used her for years. She must be nearly twenty now, and I suppose she won't be bothered...