I have a guilty secret to confess. I have a bit of an addiction to trashy novels, films and television. Not quite as bad as it could be – I find EastEnders, Hollyoaks and the like just too too depressing – but certainly nothing educational like The Man chooses to watch (not sure I could include his superhero film fetish in the ‘educational’ category, mind, no matter how much he insists it teaches inherent moral truths…).
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I recently had a baby. Nine weeks ago our daughter came into this world and has made our lives richer in so many ways and (so far) our three year old son is also one of her fan club.
But (and there’s always a ‘but’, isn’t there?) he has not been unaffected by her arrival. For several weeks previous to the birth, and in the nine weeks since, he has been horrifically violent – to almost everyone but the baby.