All know the way, few actually walk it.

After a day of storm enforced idleness Bob and Sophie's batteries are fully recharged. So much so that they wake at five rather than six thirty. ' The font ' who is preparing for next weeks astronomy exams volunteers to get up and look after them . '' I need to do some revision anyway ".  

Angus sleeps blissfully on until seven. He appears downstairs to find 'the font' surrounded by debris - yesterdays copy of Le Monde, now shredded - the contents of three waste paper bins, also shredded - an old tartan car rug that is in the process of being shredded - and various magazines that have been shredded, chewed , swallowed and then regurgitated.

'' Get much revision done ? " I ask.  The look that is returned says more, much more, than words ever could. By contrast the PON duo seem to be relishing life.