When my daughter exploded into the kitchen in floods of tears, I assumed something was seriously wrong. It was okay; it was just that the earth was in extreme peril. She knew that the earth was in extreme peril and what we should do to help because Blue Peter had told her. Thank god. I thought it was something serious! “We need a serious talk, Mummy” became quite an extensive ripping into me about why, if I HAD the tote…