One good thing, from a supremely selfish viewpoint, about nearly everyone travelling by car, is that if you drop something on the pavement or cycle track, it’s always there when you go back. I mean, I haven’t tried it with fifty pound notes or Belgian buns, but it always works with earrings… And there was one week which a particular grey hairband and I spent constantly being separated and reunited. Today it happened with a nut.

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(That was the gap for you to say ‘two of them’. Go on, I don’t mind.)

On the way to school this morning Aidan’s reflector fell off the front of his bike. He picked up the bits, but we couldn’t reassemble them, as the crucial nut was missing, and it was nearly time for school. When it’s your second day at secondary school you don’t waste it scouring the pavement for small pieces of hardware. Anyway, on my way home, six and a half hours later, there it was, sitting in the middle of the pavement glittering smugly. It would be a bit sad to tell you how happy I was, even after I’d decided that the logical thing to do, before I lost it again, was to cycle an extra four miles to the school and back and put it straight on again.

Anyway, it’s all really a long and convoluted excuse for finishing the chocolate cheesecake….