It is half-term and The Boss has taken The Girl on a road-trip. It is their first trip away together without me. They are visiting Nanna and Grand-dad in Yorkshire; a four hour journey interrupted by a pit-stop at Tamworth services for lunch. The Girl phones and tells me that she ate sausage, chips and beans and her mother had an omelette. Thelma and Louise they aren’t! The Girl, my daughter, who is ten years old and happens to have…