Peter worries about the kids more than I do, at least in terms of physical dangers. I have much more faith in things not going wrong. He worries so much that this week, with the kids home for their short holiday, and me at work in the mornings, he's been going in to work even later than usual. This is despite the fact that Angie is with them of course, who has had 9 children of her own.

This morning he actually left before 9 - but it was because I was still there washing my car. I came in this morning at 10. My parents should be arriving there by 11.

He just messaged me:

Peter: Kids ok?
Me: Daniel was climbing on the roof, Lauren was swimming, and Robyn was deep-frying chips when I left.