No going back...
Sometimes it just hits you how fundamentally wrong past decisions were. I've just been poking around this site and it suddenly struck me how few photographs we have of the kids growing up. How few souvenirs we have of any sort from those days, in fact. Which led me on to think about how often I wasn't there, whether through working away from home, working late, or simply being out playing.

Hindsight's wonderful. Not.