As I write this, my husband is stomping around playing the part of the Grinch having been out last night.

Yes, we went out on a school night knowing full well the implications, especially when two children without a care in the world are still needing attention the next morning.

What I find mind boggling is the fact he is acting like he had no say in the matter and was literally forced to drink a few glasses of wine. He will soon perk up after his tea and toast.

When I was little, one of the professions I used to think about entering was the police.

I am not sure why, but it sounded like a good career plan.

I also loved role playing and the last time I really did this was for one of my Guildhall drama exams when I was at school.

It was so embarrassing pretending to be someone else or to put on a ridiculous accent, but I just had to throw all inhibitions to one side and get on with it.

I guess it stood me in good stead for when I presented on CBBC.

Some of the things I had to do were hilarious – and possibly best forgotten – but the experience and shenanigans have been incredibly useful when improvising with my son this week.

We are a mother and son team fighting for justice in our home.

Finding the culprits of naughty behaviour and catching robbers.

We march around the house talking in deep voices looking for clues. Michael has been summoned to the police station for questioning quite a few times and has had to plead forgiveness to be let out.

I cannot help but fall out of character in hysterics.

So it is all fun and games, although Michael is going to have to cheer up a bit – or he will be sent to role play prison and I am not sure when he will be let out.