Last week I had a drink with a woman who has just landed one of the biggest jobs in her industry. Over a couple of grapefruit negronis she told me she had no idea why she had been promoted and that she was not even sure if she wanted the job.
In return I told her that I was bumbling along more or less OK, though keeping the show on the road was getting increasingly tricky.
When I got back from this pleasant evening of mutual self-disparagement my younger son informed me that I had just failed to show up to an event at his school. He also said that a friend of mine, a barrister with a child in the same class who has form when it comes to missing school events, had gone along.