Son has been doing ‘cooking’ at school and today he was all set to make carrot cupcakes. Being a kind and loving mother, I diligently collected the ingredients, going to Waitrose on two separate occasions to get butter firstly and self-raising flour secondly, the carrot (grated), egg, cinnamon, sugar I had at home. I am measurement phobic but I confidently weighed it all out and popped it into the required tupperware container, along with cases for the cakes and even a ‘clean tea towel’. When Son arrived home this afternoon I was looking forward to tasting his wares but was disappointed – not as disappointed as he was! – as all the measurements were wrong; hardly any flour, way too much sugar and carrot and an unquantifable sliver of butter. Confronted by two confused faces in askance (one quite flushed), I shrugged my shoulders, ‘I guess I must have been stoned?’ – although measurements and weighing have never really been my thing – I once signed up for an ‘interior design’ course; lesson one was to paint a colour wheel, which I did, lesson two was something to do with using a tape measure and that was the end of that.