Yesterday when I got home from work, one of the twins said "Mummy, I saw a grown-up cry today!" This had obviously made a big impression. I don't think he's witnessed adult tears before. Questioning revealed that the Stoic Spouse - who'd been looking after the boys all day - had taken them a few miles away to the village of Goring, where in the course of running some errands they'd walked past George Michael's house, in which he died (far too young) last week. Outside his home was a sea of Continue Reading