A glorious early morning dog walk today rounded off one of those weeks where I wonder how on earth I’d manage if I worked full time. I take my hat off to mothers who do. The children have needed a lot of Sorting Out: one son was badly tackled in a rugby match and needed a trip to hospital and a day at home (mild concussion), the other son seems to be having an existential crisis (looming mock GCSEs) and my daughter has thrown herself into secondary school life and has a complicated calendar of after-school activities. I am quite exhausted by it all. David was home today so I hopped on the train to London to catch up with a couple of friends. We chatted about our children (inevitably), where we’d eventually like to live and amusing celebrity encounters. It was completely lovely to see them but Covent Garden, where we met, was overwhelmingly busy and it was a relief to come home.