Early Sunday morning a terrible noise came out of the bedroom. I was just trying to work on my novel. For a split of a second I thought of an earthquake.
Upon closer inspection it turned out that my godson had managed to knock over a cupboard. He was lying half under the cupboard, half under the bed.
How he had managed to knock over the cupboard is still a small miracle.
Both cupboard and godson have been rescued with only minor injuries.
Sometimes I wonder if I should have children myself. Rescuing cupboards and children and working on a novel are hardly compatible.
And insiders have told me that a live-in maid is not the solution.