So, three and a half weeks until D-day, but my brain may have melted in this heat. Writing 100 words is a lovely way to take a break from the 15,000 words of my dissertation (6,000 still to go) though.
Pulling into the driveway she spotted two figures hunched, poking at something on the doorstep.
Looking up, the smaller figure jumped up excitedly.
'Mummy! I wanted eggs but Daddy said I could only have them if I found out how to make eggs and he let me use Google and it told me loads of boring recipes and then I found this one and its great because you don't need to do any washing up Mummy, except your spatula, but Daddy said not to tell you... oops'
As the child paused for breath, she cursed the day she married a scientist.