I came back from taking the boy to drumming last night to see that Ned had indeed been industrious. He’d built a den in the sitting room, thus removing access to the dining room table, and he’d plastered a vast swathe of the house with post it notes containing cryptic hieroglyphs.
Yes, Ned has been off school for the last week with chicken pox and appears to have gone feral. He’s not done badly with the pox, three spots on his face, a load on his back and a handful on arms and legs, and aside from demanding the odd dose of medicine, he’s taken it stoically. However being confined to the house has gradually made him more and more naughty as he gets bored. In this context, flypasting the house with post its is pretty mild stuff…