I have stayed home with Mummy. We’ve been ‘love-bobbing.’ This involves just me and Mummy, no interruptions, and the word No is not allowed. Which means Mummy has retrieved random bits of LEGO from my drawer and re-created long-forgotten Star Wars models. She has consented to my wearing pyjamas all day, having ice-cream for tea, and time on the iPad. We rigged up the TV in her bedroom and ate Quality Street in bed together watching DVD’s.
The theory behind Love Bombing is that I become more lovely and amenable as a result of having a parent all to myself, and being properly spoiled – always understanding that normal rules resume when our allotted time is over.