I listen intermittently as the boys recite a rapid mishmash of Sacha Baron Cohen scripts, Monty Python,Blackadder, various French comedies and the Muppets during supper. I smile occasionally, reassuringly, absentmindedly, fall back into an all too familiar landscape of shopping lists, washing up, chores, rugby training, orthodontical appointments, wondering if I’ll ever finish the book I started last summer…