victoria sponge. did barbara point it out, then? nah, she'd be too nice to do that. yes, barbara's far too nice. why do none of the pens in this house ever write? okay. i'm outta here. we're all gonna be out for a while, so i need to write dad a note. i need to remind him not to get involved with any strangers coming to the door selling things. god knows what i'm gonna do with 13 pairs of oven gloves. look, sue, about your dad. i know. i know we're gonna have to make a decision. it's just... checking out those nursing homes. i mean, he's still pretty lively, isn't he? he could stay with us for a while yet, couldn't he? well... i mean, our granddad lived with us when we were little. he had the same thing. they just didn't have a name for it then. but we managed. i don't know. this is really starting to get to me. ( scribbling ) i just feel so guilty. about what? oh, nothing, darling. it's about the jam on your forehead, isn't it? no. come on, get your shoes on and let's get ready to go to school. ( karen humming and slapping her feet ) i never hear her coming. no. nei