"Incredible!" gasped Kevin King. It was five o'clock on a rainy Saturday afternoon. Kevin was in the sitting room eating a banana and chicken sandwich, trying out the new remote control panel he'd invented.

As well as operating the TV, it opened and shut the curtains, plumped the sofa cushions and poured lemonade into his glass when required.

Dad was in the garden talking to his roses. Mum was singing bits of an opera in front of the bathroom mirror.

Kevin's eleven year-old-sister, Millwall, was in the kitchen scoring goals against the vegetable rack, using an onion as a ball.

Dad had banned her from playing football in the garden, because she'd destroyed too many flowers and plants.