Back home - but no pants
STRANGE goings on Chez Bad Dad this week.
No pants have been left on the landing, T-shirts have stayed in their alloted drawers and we've had no arguments.
In fact it's been pretty blissful, lending weight to the theory that three childen means you're outnumbered.
It's probably not Nick's fault...he's just the oldest, loudest and stroppiest.
But that didn't alter the fact that I was hardly waiting with anticipation as his coach pulled in from France at school at 11.30 last night.
But when we got home he revealed how he had bought presents for everyone, how he had missed us all and how some so-called mates had been stirring things up at school while he was away.
I realised quickly that he was still my little boy - and I think he's realised how good home is and who his friends are.
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