Ah, a lovely July day! The sun's shining, we have company coming to lunch, and an afternoon of Wimbledon-watching beckons.
Smalley McAulay is cross. OF COURSE he should have a large bowl of cereal 40 minutes before his mum triumphantly serves up a roast lamb dinner with all the trimmings. OF COURSE he will disregard threatened sanctions. And will we all sit nicely and be pleasant around the dinner table?
Oh, I do hope so!