Since Darling Wifey has to wait until May for her new car, I thought I would buy her a toy one. For Christmas she got a nice little remote-control Mini Cooper.

OK, so no-one believes for a minute that it was really for Darling Wifey – but who cares? It is immense fun, especially when you run it on the wooden floors we have in this house. In fact, it’s so fast that you can do some great stunt driving with it.

So whilst Darling Wifey was out shopping for curtains this morning, and Tiny Flirt was having a nap, I let Little Madam and Little Nutter watch a film whilst I played with the toy car. I learned how to do handbake turns, doughnuts and James Bond style high speed reverse turns.

Darling Wifey was none the wiser – until Little Madam grassed me up. She told her mum that I was being silly with the car and crashed it lots of times. She also showed her mummy where I had glued the wing mirrors back on.

Little Madam even recommended to her mummy that I shouldn’t be allowed to drive the real thing when it arrives.

I think that girls take things far too seriously.