I suppose the children — despite behaving like they’re our masters — are too young still to understand what “personal space” means. When dropping hints did not work, we just had to show them the door, sending them off up the hill to spend the day with the neighbour’s children. But, alas, we only managed two hours of freedom before they arrived back, pointing at their stomachs. So that’s that, I suppose. Grateful for moments anyway, however brief.

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