It has been a day from the seventh circle. The shining light in a day of sibling death matches, tears, shouting, running out of coffee, and dog food, (Never fear, the dogs had crepes for supper. I had a headache from caffeine deprivation) soccer practice, and mad washerwoman antics (it’s still raining) was The Lego Movie. My son is on his half-term break and we dashed out of the house early this morning in order to make the first showing. This means, however, that he took one hasty photograph just before we laid some rubber in our quiet suburban street. I shoved sponges into my cardie to square myself up – forgive that they are flower-shaped. (They were a stroke of genius as they also served as black lipstick removers in the car en route to the movie theatre). I was given strict 9 3/4 year-old instructions on how to stand, and ta da…I’m Lego. I’m also exhausted. See you next week.