Disaster-prone and 16, Peter opens his 'O' Level results without a glimmer of hope Dad's voice took on its 'silky' tone To Mum 'Why don't you face up to the fact that your son has an IQ in single figures?' To Peter the Inquisition was about to begin Odd how these always take place at meal times - a lot of grub has been wrecked that way, like the Sunday lunch-time when he hit the plate with his fist, Yorkshire pud flew through the air and I ended up in the Eye Hospital