Poor Harry. He really is long-suffering. This week alone we will have watched Frozen 56 times, adding to the 76 previous viewings. I’d been holding off watching it with Edie on account of the fact she was too young, but then I gave in one cold, rainy Saturday morning and we haven’t stopped watching it since. It’s like crack for children. We have the soundtrack for the car, and I get Harry to sing the Prince’s bits in Love is an Open Door, but he draws the line at joining in on Let It Go. There’s me, caterwauling, and Edie shouting, “GO, GO, GO!” because it is the only word in the song she knows. Frankly, I’m surprised that Harry hasn’t burnt off his fingerprints and left the country.