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Watching your children growing up is a slow process of separation. Cut the cord, wean them off the nipple, drop them at nursery, squeeze out a sibling or two to take away your attention, wave them off to pre-school....bye bye, little boy; hello, strapping lad. That's why I enjoyed my time so much with Austin today. The Daddy D was ill in bed for most of the day*; ditto Gwen. Austin and I spent the best part of four hours gambolling around in the March sun, when normally we're lucky to have 20 minutes alone together.

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