“He’s leaving tomorrow, my baby boy is leaving home! Where did all the years go? Do you think we did enough?”
“Enough for what?”
“Enough for him to survive in the big wide world? I mean, he’s only eighteen, is he grown up enough to go to university?”
“All baby boys must grow up in the end. He’s our son, isn’t he? Anyway, Rhodri Davies is a six-foot tall, fifteen stone Welsh rugby player so I think he’ll be ok, and if he’s lucky, he’ll end up just like his father!”
“I knew you would say that! You mean just like you, just like Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up!”
“You married me, didn’t you?”
