Some things a mother should never say to their fifteen year old son. 
Bad language, naughty stories about dating and adventures with the opposite sex, anything about his ahem, pride and jewels.
I was making dinner in our little kitchen last year. Hassled and ever so slightly stressed I stirred the spaghetti sauce and carefully turned the meatballs over to cook in the sauce.
My 19 year old Australian nephew came into the kitchen to chat, about this and that. He and his girlfriend were living on our floor at the time, so the little three bedroomed terrace was filled to the brim with seven mainly grown people.





















