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Nostalgia

My youngest son has done great work clearing out our cluttered garage. One of the things he saved was my mother’s diary for 1994, the year my son was born.

Looking up her entry for the day he was born, I discovered that she had driven my wife to St Thomas’s Hospital and noted “baby born 9:32”.

I hadn’t realised that at the time she was four years younger than I am now.