My daughter is shaping up to be an evil bitch just like mum. She is in her first year at senior school, and we were talking about matters of confidence & popularity etc. When I was at that same school there was an annual game we played in French lessons, whereby someone was picked as the elephant, and we sang a song where they picked the next person to be an elephant. By the end of the lesson there was a large portion of the class conga-ing around the room to "Une elephant se trompe se trompe.....". It has been an abiding tragedy in my life that I was NEVER picked to be an elephant. I was always one of the few left seated. I still find the thought incredibly melancholic. Amoret is not so sympathetic though. I mournfully intoned "I was NEVER an elephant". She turned round to me, her generously proportioned mother, and quick as a flash said "Never mind dear, you are now".