If one's honest about it, spending time in a car with children is pretty ghastly.

I was accorded the opportunity to learn by failing - albeit at the cost of a few honourable teachers' sanity - and now I realise what a rare and incredible luxury that is.

If there's one thing I know, it's this - everybody thinks somebody else is having a better life.

Does everyone turn into a truculent thirteen-year-old when they go home, or is it just me?

The real me now may not be thin but she's got the cake and, if she likes, can eat it too.

Society prizes a girl for being thin more than anything else she might bring to the table.

I don't think I've got the expertise with which to nit-pick, and I freely admit that my motivation to support charities has been emotional, rather than as a result of being particularly well informed as to how the money is used.