Saturday afternoon - time for the stress levels to start rising as I contemplate letting my sons loose on Killermont tomorrow. For a long time I endured constant headaches (no, I can't blame that on Killermont) - now they've abated, thankfully, but you can be sure that my head will be throbbing by 9.30 am tomorrow! No.2 son is away at a friend's house. No.1 son has been warned to keep an eye on no.3. No.3 has been told that he mustn't run, mustn't shout, mustn't barge into grown-ups, must watch where he's going at all times, apologise if he should accidentally bump into anyone - and ANY collisions will mean no swimming on Sunday afternoon. Call it a Victorian revival. Except they wouldn't have gone swimming on a Sunday. Ah, well.