Growing

Today's strike meant there were five 14/15 ysar olds in the living room this afternoon for a Fifa14 session. They are all impeccably mannered, well brought up lads but they don't half take up a lot of room. I repaired to the kitchen with dog and book for the duration.

Sporty Boy seems to be getting taller and older before my very eyes on a daily basis and it feels like I'm constantly having to readjust to the idea of him as a teeenager/ young adult. It's so strange to be able to see in him simultaneously the happy-go-lucky toddler he once was and the fine, caring, thoughtful man he one day will be.