So, there I was with my eldest the other evening and he was reading The Growing Pains Of Adrian Mole.
“Where’d you get that?” I asked him.
“I found it on one of the bookshelves, dad…”
So I had a look at it.
Turns out it was buried somewhere back where no-one knew. I certainly had no idea I still had it. It was from 1986. My copy from when I was 13 and now he, at 11, was carrying it on into his life.
Nothing like that to make you feel old and young all at the same time…