There is an amusing story involving me, number 1 son and an inordinate amount of poo coming, just as soon as I can get the words sounding right and in some sort of order.
Whilst I’m slaving over a hot keyboard I’d like to leave you with a thought;
The hour is late, the lager rather refreshing. Tears For Fears’ Seeds of Love is on the stereo. How can you not sit on the sofa, nod your head and think "Life is good"