I didn't iron and now the pile grows ever higher, threatening to engulf me in a tidal wave of creased clothes at any moment. Felix refuses to be put down and screams when I leave the room, so I am starting to spend my evenings lying on our bed reading, while he eyes me suspiciously, as if I might get up and run out at any moment. Josef sits in his room allowing daddy to read him a story, safe in the knowledge that he will get two stories when I finally make good my escape!