So I confess.

I am terrible at spelling.

I know. You would think I was great at everything I do, which is generally the case, but the arrangement of letters in the correct order within a word seems to escape me. And anything I suffer, my boys suffer also.

To be fair the word genius is a farce. As a small child I attempted to scribble (in pencil I may add, I wasn’t a total vandal) ‘ruth is a genius’ on the back of a seat on a train to London. After several crossings-out, I left it saying ‘ruth is a ginous’.

Never mind ey. All the great intellectuals had some sort of major failing- madness, obsession, cruelty, selfishness.

Mine, and indeed Wuss’s, is spelling – how rock ‘n roll. But since when do cats and artists need to spell?