‘Maam, Daad, they’re coming they’re coming…’ ‘Who? Who?’ shouted Arfa, sitting bolt upright in bed, jerked out of deep early morning sleep.
‘Hoo Hoo… Hoo Hoo,’ yelled Harry and chuff-chuffed around the bed pulling an imaginary whistle.
‘Hoo Hoo Hoooo,’ hooted Kate, who wanted to be an owl when she grew up and practised swivelling her head over meals.
‘Hoooo Hoooo,’ howled Jim, who tried to frighten the little ones with werewolf stories and gave himself nightmares.
‘Hoo Hoo, Hoo Hoo, Hoo Hoo,’ grunted Jack, sticking his tongue under his lower lip, scratching himself under the arms and doing bow-legged two-footed jumps round the room.
‘Who?’ I grumbled.
‘Don’t you start,’ she said and went bleary-eyed to the door to see what ...