This morning I am awakened by children. Lots of children. Loud children. For a moment I think that the Pied Piper of Hamlym may have arrived. Then I remember the it’s my four plus three others who are staying. My brain struggles to come up with a collective noun to describe them. Possibilities include a squabble of children, a cacophany of children, and a riot of children. My brain final settles on the obvious – an apocalypse of children – before returning to the familiar world of strange dreams about my thesis.