Take the kids to the volunteer coppicing group, doing their bit for the habitats at the local environmental centre.
If the organiser says go then I can usually turn up at short notice with a car full of willing volunteers, lured on by the thrilling dangers of long-handled pruning shears and maybe the sight of someone else's blood.
At the go this weekend, it is no trouble finding the workforce. We have two extra bodies on sleepover.
I don't have enough spare seats in the car, but I note how easy it is to coax any extra bodies into the boot. I only have to offer one ginger nut and in they go, hanging on to an old folding chair and a stinking pair of muddy wellington boots.
If only they were this biddable when it came to a maths worksheet.
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