Well, actually little demonic genius would be more apt.  Teresa Benedicta Maria has a particular talent for hiding stuff.  I spent two days looking for my car keys - she'd hidden them in the space in the door between the outer inner flaps of the letter box. 

This evening it was the romote for the television.  I hunted high and low, under sofas and chairs, in laundry baskets, toilets, the oven, the fish-tank.  Eventually I gave up, sat down for a cuppa - the first in six hours! - and suddenly my eye caught an anomoly, something not quite right somewhere.  She'd hidden the remote inside the video recorder -shoved it right inside.

I suppose not as bad as my cousin Rosaleen who heard (this is the best part of thirty years ago) that you could clean video heads with nail varnish remover.  Which is true.  Only she thought it was nail varnish.  The anguished yells of my uncle can still be picked up by alien receptors in outer space.

This is a week of birthdays.  Patrick Joseph will be seven tomorrow - a significant one for a small boy.  I told him if he dies tonight he'll go straight to heaven because he will still be under the age of reason, but after tomorrow, it's purgatory.  His new slogan is "Under 7 - straight to heaven".