“I’m really sorry for the flying visit,” says BB as he slows down outside my house.

“I wasn’t expecting to have him today, but something’s come up and I have to spend the day with him.”

“I’ll have to think of a fun father and son activity before I get there,” he chuckles.

“Do you hate me?” he asks.

Of course I hate you. I hate that you are not organised. I hate that you are going to leave me disappointed and I’m going to spend the rest of the day thinking about you, while you go away and play happy daddy. Of course I hate you.

“No,” I answer and kiss him.

I get out of the car and head for my front door.