"You didn't ruin my trousers, did you?" Fry asked anxiously, when Guppy came back through the door ( Read more... )

Guppy had said, on various occasions, that childrearing doesn't get much difficult after the third one. He stood by that statement, but it was certainly a jolt to the system having a newborn in the house again ( Read more... )

"No no, they can't all come in here." The midwife said, as Guppy and Fran arrived with the four children. The kids looked at one another, and Guppy gave them a reassuring nod ( Read more... )

The smallest Sandhu (for now at least ( Read more... )

All the kids are in bed, or at least getting ready for bed, but Guppy and Fran are still up. They're expecting, at some point, a hammering on the door. But as far as Guppy's concerned, if Wilford pitches up after he's gone to bed, he can sit outside in the cold until morning.

Guppy can't sleep. Given a great big scary monster just killed and injured a bunch of people downstairs, this probably isn't much of a surprise. But, true to usual form, once he's finished helping, he disappears upstairs to panic about it all in peace ( Read more... )

It's been a long time coming. And Guppy is more than a little nervous when he first catches sight of his psychiatrist. It's not the first time he's had therapy, but it's the first time he's had this level of therapy ( Read more... )

Guppy had had stern talks with Brooke at the beginning of the new term. In fact, they'd had a 'Naughty Amnesty', where he promised that she wouldn't get into any more trouble for anything she had already done if she fessed up, and together they would work on some guidelines for getting in trouble less at school ( Read more... )

It's the night before Christmas and, finally, all the children are in bed. Even Fry, who rarely settles down before ten; or if he does, will be up again before five ( Read more... )

They'd discussed, together, how far exactly they ought to let Gil go ( Read more... )