Boss was in the office all day, and I thought it was going fine, he not being in any mode of transport. We exchanged pleasantries, talked about a few cases, shared a joke - and then, and then! At 5.15pm, he rushed into my office, and said, "I need you to do some research on criminal defence solicitors in Inverness - now". At 5.15pm, when I had the rushabout evening from hell ahead of me. I had to get to Sainsburys for essentials, (shouldn't have put it off all week, but am the only woman I know who detests shopping), then get to my sister's to deliver a birthday gift for her granddaughter, and then on to my daughter's to babysit Primrose whilst she and Ben take Scarlett for a bicycle ride and ice cream (celebrating Scarlett's prowess at school sports day today). I was only asked at 4.30pm, so had no chance of prior organisation.

Did some research, came up with some names, facts, contact details by 5.25pm. Whew! Ran in to where he was having a conference with the client whose case required such information, and handed him my list. I felt chuffed - got it all printed out so quickly, all contact details clear, and he said, "Actually, we probably won't need to go into that right now". Why do I never upend the table, throw a chair through a window, scream like a banshee? Well, I guess punctured balloons don't fly far.

Raced about the supermarket, trying to remember what I had considered so essential, drove to my sister's: kisses, Happy Birthday's!!, hugs, got to go - drove off to my daughter's, jumped out and up the stairs at breakneck speed - and they're having some sort of langorous tea party!!! When the visiting mummy and her children departed, and I thought they were all set, a bloke turned up to look at the water pipes or something. In the end, they didn't leave until nearly 7pm, and finally I got some quiet time with Primrose.

Actually, time with Prim is never very quiet. But, as I observed her, launching missiles (fridge magnets), demanding that her milk was cooled, ordering me to read a story, dancing about on the coffee table (a very imaginative and spontaneous dance), trying to force a biscuit into my mouth, I did laugh. My whole life is like this, I realised, and always has been. Boss, my beloved daughter, all six grandchildren, BBHM, the sons, the secretaries who cry when they don't get THE text message from HIM - it's all about trying to make people happy.

It's a give and take world, right? Boss made me happy the day he bailed me out over my gas bill; my daughter makes me happy every time she smiles; the grandchildren make me happy just thinking about them, and to hold little Prim's hand in mine tonight and sing the ducky says wack wack song was magical; BBHM has made me happier than I ever believed possible; my sons make me both proud and happy; the girls at work are a source of so much laughter and fun....

I shouldn't complain, ever. I have a charmed, amazing life, full of loving, amusing, interesting and wonderful people.

But, right now - this evening......

Sometimes, in the evenings, I feel sad, without really knowing why.