On the odd occasion Glen and I get to sit down at the table together first thing in the morning. Enjoying the peace I said he could watch a little bit of a dinosaur programme he likes on the iPad. It’s made to look like a nature programme, something akin to the likes of David Attenborough, with CGI dinosaurs and a real presenter who has to drive away from danger really fast, and, bless his little cotton socks, he truly believes the dinosaurs are real. I don’t have the heart to tell him they aren’t. He’s almost six now so I’m sure he’ll find out soon. I hope he doesn’t grow out of those cute chubby cheeks any time soon though.