So I'm a father again, at the age of 39. I'll try my best not to go all sentimental, but that'll be a challenge. It's the silly little things that remind me what having a baby in the house is like - at the weekend, the weather was dry long enough to hang the washing out. When you look back at the line and it's taken up with lots and lots of really small clothes, you know you're back.
It's just as well I kept the Clangers DVD.
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