Highlights of my day were getting our cards out & laughing myself silly over endless Princess Bride quotes, forgetting the rules of Gin Rummy, or as me & kid prefer to call it, Run Jimmy. We have gone so deep into isolation mode we're developing our own language, like twins.

The new rule is that you have to say a word you like instead of whichever is the correct word. But there's definitely linguistic rules. In Ella's language, the main rule is that only she knows what they are, and most of her words are "espionage"

Eg getting ready for dogwalk, she asks me, "have you got the espionage?" And I have to know she's referring to the extendable dog lead, and so I reply of course, "no, it's on the drimble" which is clearly the shelf by the front door.

The amusing thing is to try not to have to explain yourself until it's absolutely necessary. By which point the whole dialogue is so surreal it's quite hard to follow without snorting. And if you giggle, you're out.

But as daughter quite rightly maintains, "nobody's a winner here."