Author: Moobs

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[SOUND OF ICE CREAM VAN JINGLE]

Lil S: Dad, Dad, listen! Church Bells!

Me: Yes, that’s exactly what they are.

Little S has just recovered from the first of her Autumn colds. I woke up this morning to find she had passed it on to me. I was just working on the appropriate penalty when I had a little bolt of nostalgia. These days getting a cold means snuffling, snorting Lemsip and being grumpy to colleagues. How I miss being told to go upstairs and take my school uniform off and then being tucked into bed with some new comics and a bottle of Lucozade wrapped in orange cellophane.