Today I ring my student son, for his Christmas list. His answerphone clicks in yet again - "Go ahead, waste your credit, leave a message". It is unmistakeably the truculent tones of my son so I "waste my credit" with yet another ET-like instruction to ring home. TUESDAY - I am in the South West to speak at a regional event. I have stayed overnight at a determinedly festive hotel. I might not have my son's Christmas list but...


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