I saw the door of my study creep open, ever so slightly. I heard heavy breathing. Whispers. And then … fits of giggles. It was the school holidays and my sons were bored, so they decided to spy on their old man ‘working’. And fair enough too. When I was roughly their age, I’d do […]
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