The Princess is doing a lot of drawing and writing at the moment. Mostly, she just writes Mama backwards and other random letters (a lot of ls and os). She has drawn a number of pictures of the family and continues to produce abstract works at impressive speed. All of these efforts are â€œfor your office, Mamaâ€. I can barely close my briefcase and my handbag due to the number of folded artworks nestling inside. I tend to cull some of the offerings and select only the very best to adorn my office walls. It was for that reason that I came home the other day to find a furious Princess holding out a number of second tier works of art in indignation. â€œMama, somebody put these in the bin!â€ she said. â€œWas it you?â€ she asked furiously. Oh dear. How was I to know that she would go searching in the bin for proof of my iniquity?