So — you figure that your children miss you when you’re out on the road — and it’s true, they probably do. But today when I used Skype to connect with Portland, Beatrix spent the duration of the “conversation” loudly requesting Teletubbies videos. I know, I know — it’s my own fault for showing them to her in the mornings, to buy some time for her parents to talk — but there they were, my two lovely children, demanding that papa go away, only to be replaced by a giant, stuffed doll.