My daughter's self portrait

It's been a strange day. I've been writing about prog rock while listening to Hendrix. Then I heard a throbbing sound outside and it looked like Dynarod were clearing a drain. I discovered that my young neighbour across the landing had had an overflowing toilet, so I chatted to her for a whiIe in case she needed chatting to.
    I phoned my daughter earlier on to tell her that my telephone is now working. She told me she felt unwell but was preparing a presentation. It reminded me of this self portait she gave me yonks ago. How do you make a sad girl happy?