Twelve

When he gets in from school he pops in to see me in my workroom; then goes about getting his tasks done whilst he's alone. I popped out into the kitchen for a cup of tea and he'd done his homework and was just tidying up his model making stuff. "I think I'm just going out for a bit of football down the park..." he said to me, in his quietly confident way.

I took Miranda down to the park myself earlier it was cold and windy and quite wintry, just the sort of thing to make us light the fire in the living room for the first time tonight...

There's a fascinating multimedia presentation about Mexico and the effect of the drugs industry on the LA Times website.