An important meeting at college which was, well, interesting. An acknowledgement that the way certain things had been presented to us had been misleading, but an astonishing inability to really let us speak. I came away feeling unsure what exactly had happened.

By the time I got home I had the mother of all headaches and Rowan very kindly made me some tea and sat with me whist I drank it. We drew up a plan for her sleepover party at the weekend and made a baking shortlist: Chocolate and vanilla marble cake, fairy cakes, cheesecake or perhaps just mountains of ice cream...