Dead Giveaway

Somewhere in my house is a hoard of small girls.

There are a number of clues; the stage whispers and giggling, the trail of breadcrumbs and discarded socks, the heap of school bags that need vaulting, the thunder of little feet on the landing and up and down the stairs and the doorway that has been booby-trapped with a mountain of black shoes.

I'll need a rest and some of this later