A dreadful day so far. Rain, shopping, traffic jams. And a child injured and beyond my reach... I left the house at eight. And returned exhausted an hour ago. Joy! The most glorious flowers awaited me. A thank you from the woman with the novelty book. The one wanting to get on Richard & Judy. I turned the work down. But passed her jolly scribblings to some radio mates. Result:-) Meantime my youngest has been burnt by boiling tea on National Coffee Day. "It looks pretty awful," said the school nurse. "It's blistering. But she's gone back to class. I'll call again if there's a problem." I was on Regent Street at the time. Looking for Nike Air trainers. For my power-walking Ma. Who's 75 on Sunday. "If my daughter's burnt, shouldn't I come and get her?" I asked, somewhat bewildered. "There's nothing you can do," the nurse said. Sod me. What could the school have done? I am awaiting her return with trepidation... I'd started my day in Covent Garden. Getting the results from an online psychometric test. "It's a very unusual reading," said the young woman. "Really. A first." I felt the start of an inner glow. I leaned forward to savour the moment when my unique characteristics would be officially listed. She shook her head in disbelief: "To be honest, it's probably the most boring set of graphs I've ever seen.":-(