THE DAD BEAT
Harry de Quetteville’s tales from the fatherhood front line
So yes, last week’s happy Hubris was indeed duly followed by swift-footed Nemesis, though the avenging goddess took the form of a household-wide lurgy, many days off school and much knock-on parental plate spinning, rather than a flock of leathery-winged harpies snatching the food from our mouths – though that’s surely only a matter of time.
“You must keep them in while they get on top of the infection,” the doctor said.
Shudder. Er… Doctor? We are talking about small boys here. Might as well suggest restraining a husky team in a snowstorm. But, dutifully, we tried, for one day at least: last Sunday.
There was telly, obvs. As a rule, though, we try to keep daily goggle hours in the single figures. So out came the board games: the good ones, which are simple and involve driving families to the brink of emotional rupture through constant cackling betrayal (viz Ludo, Coppit); and the bad ones – everything else – whose instructions come in several volumes.