This week my daughter has learned: It is touching that you think my driving is smooth enough for you to do your makeup on the way to work, but don't put eyeliner on just as I am turning into the COOP car park; the dip, hump and metal plate system will conspire against a neat line. Don't pour scorn on my boring school clothes; there will come a morning when you are in need of a plain black cardy, and I just might remember how mean you were about it. Well, plain chicken and salad sandwiches might seem outrageously dull when you peep into your lunchbox on the way to work, but by midday you will be yearning for such sensible fare. Yes, you do only get two days holiday at Easter and there's no such thing as Half Term when you work in an office. Washing machines only wash clothes; they do not put them on the line, bring them in when dry, nor hang them nicely on hangers. Yes, it is a long, long wait until your first proper payday. Anyone else got words of wisdom for the nearly-grown-ups?