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My youngest son is having nightmares about surveillance

I avoided our annual half-term holiday and now I’m home alone, talking to myself

The scene in the waiting room made it clear how late I had left it ...

The eldest’s 21st party promises to be as wild as his fifth

The middle and the youngest one are approaching their mock exams in a manner designed to emphasise the ‘mock’ aspect

I may be ill but there’s no way I’m going to sit in the car while my wife goes shopping. Old men sit in the car by themselves, staring at the horzon

I turn back towards the coffee aisle, and the whole supermarket turns with me

As we climb to the top of a hill in a gale force wind, I suffer a sudden resurgence of the vertigo that has plagued me for a fortnight

In a band containing so many men of a certain age, it’s hard to own an illness; someone else will have had it worse than you

The middle one shows me a picture on his phone of someone wearing my bathrobe

Perhaps the oddest thing about the whole episode was the instant transformation of the dog from needy Jack Russell to animal with a calling

I would say it’s like the eye of a hurricane, except I’ve been in the eye of a hurricane and the forbidding calm lasts, like, 20 minutes