Carenza is back from her school language trip to Paris. She arrived home without a cold, with all her luggage, with most of her money intact and with a small range of well-considered gifts for us. She had not fallen out with any of her existing friends and had made some new ones. Sadly, I have to confess that I think this means she has grown up. Of course, I shall not tell her this, otherwise she may realise that she doesn’t need me any more. I make a mental note to remind her that it was me who made her packed lunch for the outward journey. Indispensable.