My son William is home! The doctors said there there was nothing more they could do for him. He has a new job, he tells me he is on a training scheme with the local police.. he must report to them twice a day (he says he is a special agent and I mustnt tell)

I believe him, he has shown me his spy equipment, little electronic tags on his ankles. William says these tags link up with Scotland yard, and have spy cameras and poison darts in them so that if he sees someone stealing mushy peas from Spar, then he can either paralyse them with one dart or have MI5 there in seconds! Im so proud of him... Ive told you before a mothers instinct is always right, hes a good lad!

He has asked me to wake him up before 9am, he has to pretend to "sign on" with all the other no-hopers so that nobdy suspects who he really is. Ill cook him some kippers on toast with brown sauce, he needs some sustinence to be a secret agent, awwww my own little James Bond!

I might have a look round the charity shops for a tuxedo and bow tie for him to wear at work, Im sure he must feel out of place in his green and red shell suit, Id be happier knowing he felt he fitted in.