The Football Fanatic has threatened to leave home if I write one more blog post about Jack.
Believe me, I considered it. No more clothes and shoes strewn about the place, television programmes other than Match of The Day and Sky Sports News, not to mention the fact that the food bill would reduce by half.....but....since she is quoting privacy laws at me, I suppose that for the moment at least, tales of Jack have been...well...hijacked.
Shame really, because I thought you would love to know the nature of the verbal abuse sustained by Jack's friend who had the misfortune to pick up one extremely angry mother at the airport. Or what she said on arrival at the apartment, when she found that although the place was stacked to the rafters with cans of lager and bottles of Jack Daniels, there wasn't actually any food. Or the texts between Jack and the Football Fanatic the night before he went into hospital......
On the bright side, I gave up all notions of privacy about five children ago.
So it looks like it's down to me and the Father of This Lot to keep you entertained for the forseeable future.
God help us all.