There are times in life when you really let yourself down. Sometimes this can be laughed off, sometimes you wish to crawl into a ball. For example, over the weekend I was assessing a DofE Bronze expedition. I collected my dinner late on Saturday evening (self-service school-dinner esque food) and selected what I thought was rice, curry and cauliflower cheese. You think? No, it was rice, curry and rice pudding. Naturally I was the last to notice and was mocked tirelessly for my moment of "blondness". Nothing changes there then. I then had to eat the entire plateful, which wasn't a particularly enjoyable experience. I've been mocked ever since. People began to have weetabix, banana and chocolate for breakfast, in honour of me. And then tonight, I really did let myself down. My Mother and I had been doing the quick-crossword in the Guardian. I had filled in a few clues before she took over. One clue, was "threesome". A four letter word. The second letter an "r". What springs to mind? Well I wrote "orgy". The real word? "Trio". Ooops. Needless to say both parents think it is highly amusing.