Cracker: Now we are Five
My son Harry turns five tomorrow. It was five years and a bit ago when we were expecting, that I wrote this piece for Metro. Because I'm feeling nostalgic, and I've always quite liked it, I'm publishing it again here.
Happy birthday darling boy.
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There's a certain expectation on moving to the 'burbs, isn't there. You're not there for your health. The three bedroom house you've bought, was it really so you could have an office and a spare room? Surely not. No, there's an expectation that in precisely the same way Nature abhors a vacuum, so any room…