A movie? No, trashing the place was much more fun

Mo Farrah after missing out on a gold medal
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VERITY LUSH: Leave me to browse the make-up counter in peace

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Lately I’ve written about how Matt and I have done a lot of babysitting this year.

Pretty much every weekend there’s been some form of childcare, be it my best friend’s newborn, my godchildren or my 15-year-old niece.

After explaining that I couldn’t magically produce more ketchup, we departed for home and rather successfully managed to get all three of them engrossed in a movie

Last weekend was no exception. We had my sister’s two children over and my best friend’s five-year-old daughter.

We took them to McDonald’s as their treat because Lewie was put on the star again at school (I’ve since learnt that being on the star is a good thing).

It all started out okay, if you ignore the initial mayhem when you first walk through the door and realise that every other person in Portsmouth is treating children to the same thing.

I’ve never seen so many stressed-out parents and over-excited children in one rather small area.

The kids were pretty good (they had been warned) until we were notified that McDonald’s had practically run out of tomato sauce.

Now this is major news when you’re only seven. After explaining that I couldn’t magically produce more ketchup, we departed for home and rather successfully managed to get all three of them engrossed in a movie.

That lasted five minutes until they decided that trashing the place was much more fun.

I have never seen my house look like that before. The couch and cushions were used as the foundations for a ‘den’, the double quilt I brought down was the roof and there were more toys than I’ve ever seen poking out from all directions.

I’m still finding sticks dotted around the house (they like to play this old-fashioned game that I won in a raffle called Pick Up Sticks).

They are obsessed with it, but decided to put their own twist on the game by hiding them around the house.

It was quite a challenge to survive the evening and by 10pm I announced that it was lights out (minus the outside solar lights I had rather imaginatively placed around the house – well they are all under seven).

They all slept like angels, until 6.30am when it began all over again.

Parents, I salute you.