My peace and quiet has been shattered…

sending home packs of work and even a suggested timetable. My daughter’s amazing Year Four teacher, Mr Thompson, even made a whizzy Star Wars-themed vlog explaining what they need to do.

It still involves considerable parental input though, which is leaving many of us mildly hysterical. The parents’ WhatsApp groups went crazy on Sunday night when the week’s work landed and are constantly pinging with questions.

The reality, this morning, wasn’t too bad initially. After I’d had a meltdown trying to make celebrity trainer Joe Wicks appear on our television, my nine year old and I did star jumps with him in the lounge while I shouted at my 11 year old to “Get down here now!” We then sat down to a quiet hour of work while I navigated my new normal. Hour two required me to help design a crossword — not so great for my work.

Meal-times had been a worry. I normally grab something at my desk, but it was actually nice to eat

with my husband. That’s the silver lining in all of this — the chance to spend some precious time together. They’re at the best age: old enough to do the basics — dressing, washing, clearing up — but young enough that they still like us. For now…

They’ll remember this time for the rest of their lives, and I hope that Mr P and I can make the memories fond ones. On my days off we’ll have pyjama days and loll in front of movies. We’ll relax the rules. This is not boot camp. Not all the time anyway.

So wish me luck. You may be seeing quite a few child-friendly recipes over the next few weeks, months and years. Challah fish finger sandwich anyone?

Victoria Prever is the JC’s Food Editor