The magic of Christmas has left our house for good. DS1 is no longer a believer. A few months before the big day, I had had my suspicions that he’d worked out Santa wasn’t real, when – on the way home from school one day – he had been discussing with his two best friends the possibility that the Big Man was fake. On this occasion, happily, they reached the conclusion that the Santas you

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“No, he’s not our yet,” said DS1’s teacher, when I asked how he seemed after returning to school from his illness. “He didn’t say ‘no’ when I asked him to do something.” Despite going back to school, he was not right. He still looked pale and was reluctant to go outdoors. “My lungs and legs hurt if I go outside,” he whinged. The day before his return, facing the prospect of going to the doctor

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