I am really beginning to question whether its the tone of my voice, the content of what I say, or just that my kids can't be bothered with me. Really, truly, they just do not listen to me. They are 5, 7 and 9, and I have just spent the afternoon baking flippin Nigella Lawson cakes with the blighters, and I felt like I needed an interpreter or someone to actually comunicate in whatever way they will respond to. I am now covered in a thin film of sweat and wondering if its gin o' clock yet. And its only week 1 of the summer holidays.