Sunday 5 March

2 p.m. Just triumphantly returned from heroic expedition to go downstairs for newspaper and glass of water. Could feel water flowing like crystal stream into section of head where most required. Though am not sure, come to think of it, if water can actually get in your head. Possibly it enters through the bloodstream. Maybe since hangovers are caused by dehydration water is drawn into the brain by a form of capillary action.

2.15 p.m. Story in papers about two-year-olds having to take tests to get into nursery school just made me jump out of skin. Am supposed to be at tea party for godson Harry’s birthday.

6 p.m. Drove at breakneck speed feeling like I was dying, across grey, rain-sodden London to Magda’s, stopping at Waterstone’s for birthday gifts. Heart was sinking at thought of being late and hungover, surrounded by ex-career-girl mothers and their Competitive Child Rearing. Magda, once a commodity broker, lies about Harry’s age, now, to make him s eem more advanced than he is. Even the conception was cut-throat, with Magda trying to take eight times as much folic acid and minerals as anyone else. The birth was great. She’d been telling everyone for months it was going to be a natural childbirth and, ten minutes in, she cracked and started yelling, “Give me the drugs, you fat cow.”

Tea party was nightmare scenario: me plus a roomful of power mothers, one of whom had a four-week-old baby.

“Oh, isn’t he sweet? ” cooed Sarah de Lisle, then snapped, “How did he do in his AGPAR? ”

I don’t know what the big deal is about tests for two - this AGPAR is a test they have to do at two minutes. Magda embarrassed herself two years ago by boasting at a dinner party that Harry got ten in his, at which one of the other guests, who happens to be a nurse, pointed out that the AGPAR test only goes up to nine.

Undaunted, however, Magda has started boasting around the nanny circuit that her son is a defecational prodigy, triggering off a round of boast and counter-boast. The toddlers, therefore, dearly at the age when they should be securely swathed in layers of rubberware, were teetering around in little more than Baby Gap G-strings, I hadn’t been there ten minutes before there were three turds on the carpet. A superficially humorous but vicious dispute ensued about who had done the turds, following by a tense stripping off of towelling pants, immediately sparking another contest over the size of the boys’ genitals and, correspondingly, the husbands’.

“There’s nothing you can do, it’s a hereditary thing. Cosmo doesn’t have a problem in that area, does he? ”

Thought head was going to burst with the racket. Eventually made my excuses and drove home, congratulating myself on being single.

a) What party did Bridget attend? Did she enjoy it?

b) Why did Bridget congratulate herself on being single?