Brilliance! (And not so brilliance.)

In a flash of brilliant super organisation I manage to get Shark into a five-hour art workshop at MKG gallery, where she will conduct scientific experiments and call them art, a la Gilberto Zorio.

If this was not enough success, then I obtain tickets for Squirrel and Tiger to attend Lyngo children's theatre performance of Tom Thumb with a Q&A session on how the wonderful stage props work.

And because there is an hour magically appeared in today's timetable I astonishingly read aloud an early translated story of Perrault's Le Petit Poucet, from which Tom Thumb derived, and which copy I have no trouble finding whatsoever. Indeed, this collection of Perrault tales seems to jump into my hands from one of the bookshelves we have foolishly stacked up to ceiling height around this house, where usually we can't find anything. I can only deduce we have good fairies sitting on the roof waving six-metre wands.

But I know that some people believe for every day of brilliance and uber organisation, there must somewhere be a day of stupidity and chaos.

This might account for that day when I thought it a good idea to cease the dripping kitchen tap by pushing a foam bung up it. The irritating dripping noise stopped. So did all the lights in the downstairs rooms because I flooded the ceiling void, fused the circuits, and caused significant water damage up the walls and over the floor.

The foam might have been from a child's alphabet set which would also explain the missing letter L.