Emma and Becca’s favourite toy of the moment is Neil’s coin jar. Whenever we’re not looking, they sneak up the stairs to our bedroom and a distant rush of clinking coins can be heard. They come downstairs with hands and pockets full of sudden wealth. Sometimes I confiscate, sometimes I turn a blind eye. Today was one of the latter sorts of days. I was caught up in novel rewrites and not paying the strictest[...]
