It's that moment in the early evening when time stands still and the room seems to whirl around. I've a wooden spoon in one hand stirring in a pan, scissors in another opening a packet and am trying to wipe the bench while sounding out the word W-E-N-T for a kindergartner, and I'm still in high heels. There is only so much one person can do with two hands and one voice. That spells 'went,' darling, as in, "Mummy W-E-N-T quietly insane before bed bedtime."
