Me: Clara, you just shut the bow in the hinge of the violin case. That's not good for it!
Clara: Oh, go away Mummy. Go to the basement.
Me [needing a time-out and desperately not wanting to tarnish the fun of violin practice]: Fine.
Winton: Mummy, I'd like to come to the basement with you too please.
I think we all need a good weekend, with extra sleep . . .