You know that feeling when someone asks a question and you realise that your great new theory of science is wrong. You thank them for their observation … and then kick yourself for being such a dumb arse.
And then you wake up next morning realising that when you start amending the theory to take account of your stupid mistake – the way you have to change it means it’s far more profound and earth-shattering theory than you realised?
And then as your mind is thinking about all the wonderous new effects and what it means … you tell your daughter and they say: “My hair needs doing, I’m late for school”.
And it’s snowing.
(Who said kids won’t know what snow is – I’m going out!)