My Eight Year old daughter is miffed.
She loves Sudoku. She is the pain in the neck, craning over your shoulder, telling you where the next three numbers go as you sweat over the difficult square in the paper.
She now owns three adult books of them; she threw the first one away when she did the hardest one on the last page and got it right.
The reason she is miffed is because a ten year old girl has made it on to local TV for being able to play the harder Sudoku puzzles.
We have a severe case of 'shoulda-been-me-itis' and I KNOW she is going to be demanding more credit for her intelligence, now.
On a lighter note I am not going blind. This is rather nice to know, as my eyes have been playing silly blighters recently, foggy tunnels and all that, like they are behind separate panes of dirty glass, trying to look out. The ducts are blocked and I am under instruction from the optician to lie down with a hot compress over them, every day.
Torture. Can you imagine, with two bored kids and a husband who already thinks I do nothing, now I have to find time to lie down and relax - what is the world coming to?