SOMETHING IN THE AIR

As we began to stroll along the pier I pointed out all the interesting stuff we were passing, but Wilson gazed round listlessly without really seeing anything.

After a little while, however, his nose began to twitch as it detected the traditional smells of the seaside: burnt sugar and hot fat.

'If you feel like some doughnuts, New Dad,' he began, 'I could probably force one down. Just if you want some, though.'

A few minutes later we were happily working our way through a bag of half-a-dozen doughnuts.

I'm hoping we might have turned a corner here – for today at least...