Cat jumps onto keyboard. Dog paws plaintively at my leg. Give in, save the three lines I have typed and go to kitchen to feed them. Make more coffee, get back to keyboard, realise those three lines were rubbish and delete them. I think I have had a burnout in my main circuits.
Sensors report the approach of child number one.
I really must remember to erect a force wall. Child cannot find score for tomorrow's clarinet exam. Child insists she will be killed instantly by malevolent clarinet teacher if she appears minus score. Child's clarinet teacher undoubtedly bears a passing resemblance to Servalan in pursuit of whomever ate the last chocolate digestive. Perhaps Blake got his grade four saxophone certificate though he won't remember it now of course.