She is now in the kitchen telling her sympathetic mother what a miserable sod I am and how it is soooooooo unfair that I expect better of her.
My hands, meanwhile, are being washed of the whole matter. I refuse to discuss anything to do with her schooling, her choice of subjects or her wish to go to uni .... which, on current showing, she hasn't a dog's chance of getting into.
I think we will leave it there for now ~ before I slap her silly face for her.