Welcome to Giles Corrin has no idea. It's called this not because I literally know nothing,

but because it's all about the moment in the week when I have to sit down and write my column

but have absolutely no idea what to write it about, which is where my wife Esther comes in, who, having read all the papers

whilst I take the kids to school always has half a dozen ideas

picked out for me when I get back to be discussed at the kitchen table over a nice

cup of coffee. What's wrong with you? Why are you looking all why is it taking you?

Oh is it right? No, they've got to go outside. No they're going to go outside.

No, no, no, no, no, not.

Just for listeners new to this podcast, she's talking about the cats.

If you sort of scream and go, they've got to be outside.

She could be talking about anything.

And it could have been the children.

It could have been the neighbors. It could have been the children it could have been the

homeless people that we've decided to give a bed for the night.

Dyan have you been no? Have you taken them both?

Should I have put Iris in your room?

Have you locked to in the room?

Yeah, I shut the room and there's...

She has shit everywhere. She won't shoot everywhere.

She won't shoot everywhere. She's more annoying than my tending anyway.

Okay, fine. So at the current status is,

we're down here in the kitchen

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