It’s an Autumnal Saturday morning. A bit gloomy outside.

We’re currently trialling ‘TV-only weekends’ and so on the sofa, toddler and me are content coexisting. No arguments, no tantrums, no whingeing.

The transformers episode continues to roll over whilst he clambers around on the furniture with eyes on the box.

And then stops his clambering, turns to me and asks ….



“Daddy, do Aliens live in Westcott ?”



Where is Westcott