A year on, are we nearly there yet?

I’m restless. It’s the kind of day where you want to shove a cucumber through someone’s letter box and shout ‘the aliens have landed’. I phone Eldest. “I’m bored.” “Really? He says. “I’ve just been for a walk, fresh air and exercise. Try that.”

“Hmmm. I’ve got that feeling where you want to get up to something. Remember that?” I ask.

“Kind of. I’ve been considering a face piercing. But decided against it.”

“Very wise.”

I try Middle.

“You know when you were little and used to say ‘sometimes the naughtiness just has to come out?’”

Like when he hit the headteacher square in the forehead with a rubber and couldn’t understand why no-one appreciated such an amazing throw.

Or Eldest and stink bombs, or his grass allergy that used to make him crazy on sports day because they’d cut the grass specially, running faster than a speeding bullet, but they couldn’t stop him. And don’t get me started on what he got up to in Maga... Sigh. Happy days. “You know that feeling?” I say to Middle. “Yeah.”

“I feel like that today.”

“Come skateboarding. Exercise it off,” he says.

He’s furloughed from the climbing centre, climbing the walls. Who knew he’d turn out to be such a worker bee – he even reorganised my shed this week, no fee, “just a favour”. And

Eldest, who’s lost both jobs, couldn’t be busier, recording and releasing music, meditating, eating sensibly, walking. What happened?

“Skateboarding?” I say to Middle. “Maybe, but remember the lumpy elbows till you got good. Speaking of which, (my dormant inner parent awakes), hope you’ve got...

“Elbow, knee AND shoulder pads, yup,” he says.

“Good. Helmet?”

“To be honest, no, but I dreamt last night about getting one, so maybe I will.”

How mature.

“Guess what, your brother’s going skateboarding with elbow, knee and shoulder pads,” I tell Youngest.

“Shoulder pads? He’s winding you up.” Now that’s more like it.