1. God bless whoever invented paracetamol.
2. Alec asks for the remote control, which I've put out of reach on the window sill. I point at his red toy remote. "It's much better -- it makes noises," I tell him. He wriggles over to it and picks it up. He seems convinced ... for now.
3. Nick has left two boxes of cake on the table.
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