No 1 Son and I are going through a ‘phase’ at the moment. The phase is the One Where We Don’t Get Along. It amounts to everything I say, or do, annoying him, resulting in much eye-rolling, tuts and scornful ‘Mumms.’
Today, he said something which took me completely by surprise. ‘You write very well,’ he said. ‘I’ve read the stuff you’ve written and it’s as good as any of the newspaper columnists.’
Then came the insult.
‘Why can’t you speak like you write?’