My husband’s confirmation class (the juniors) has just left. On the way out one boy was complaining about how he didn’t have any great stories to tell from his time in our home yet. Apparently he feels that when his sister was preparing for confirmation last year things were more exciting. It is probably true – playing football with the dog in our hallway (even with the newly painted woodwork) probably doesn’t compare with having your bracelet broken by the dog and the beads scattered through three rooms, or with the entire class (with my husband) being locked in the garden for half and hour by my father-in-law. We were mortified by these incidents but apparently we were providing a high level of entertainment!