It’s Saturday evening, our home is a hive of child energy with a sleep–over for four grandchildren, aged four to seven. The noise, mess and imagination spreads from one end to the other and back again like a whirlwind. They’re playing a fantastical archetypal game embellished with dinosaurs, glaciers, killer whales and volcanoes, and of course some ever-rescuing fairies. It becomes an elaborate enactment that incorporates dance and drama, as well as cautiously standing on the back rest of the couch to embody the omnipotent fairy rescue mission. As for technology, they tell me to please sms their mothers and dads to say they’re fine, proceed to put their DVD into the machine, use the remote control and then play a game on the computer, all deftly manoeuv-ring the mouse. When it’s bedtime they have their Milo, knowledgeably informing me that it just requires 30 seconds in the microwave.