As he rolled into view, all bed-hair and sleepy eyed, I looked at the clock.  Early for him – it was still only 10.00am.  Could it be that he was keen to honour my special day? 

“Well?”  I ventured, “What do you say?”

“Sorry?” came the default teenage reply.  .  My son is always in default teenage mode – if in doubt, sound apologetic, change the subject and move on. I blame his father

“No.”  I replied somewhat tersely, while trying to maintain my beatific motherly vibe.  “Happy Mother’s Day!”…