When she’s aggrieved about something – or possibly just stropy – she now walks really, really slowly. And, clever girl that she is, she tends to engage in this disruptive behaviour when we need to actually go somewhere – generally when we’re late.

I say, “Come on, we’ll be late…”

And she starts walking in tiny steps, an inch at a time.  She’s like a protesting taxi-driver or French trucker.

It’s both annoying and amusing at the same time.

When I threaten her, she says, “There are many causes that I am prepared to go to the naughty corner for but no causes for which I am prepared to put someone in the naughty corner.”

She may have been reading-up on this.

I have sent a strongly-worded letter to Ben Kingsley.