"I like bouncing, boing, boing, boing,
up & down 'til I get a pain in me groin.
When I'm really happy, when it really counts,
Turn into a rubber ball and bounce, bounce, BOUNCE!"

(The Bouncing song - Not the Nine'o'clock News)

Why so bouncy?
The father of my children had the cubs up and dressed for school before I'd even woken up. All I had to do was make their lunches and supervise the teeth-brushing. He even drove them to school this morning. Cor!