The same thing happened to merge first time I went out. I was about your age then, maybe a little older, and in those days we always has a hot tea on the kitchen at five o'clock. I can remember exactly what was on the table that evening. It was my favorite thing of all, toad-in-the-hold, and my mum could make toad-on-the-hold like nobody else in the world. She did it in an enormous pan with the Yorkshire pudding very brown and crisp on top the mountains you could see the sausages half-buried in the batter. Fantastic it was. But on that day my stomach was so jumpy I couldn't eat one mouthful. I expect tours feels like that now.