PFM#4

Tom, this is getting ridiculous. I blog yesterday about proud father moment's #2 and #3, making the pretend witty point that like buses PFMs come in threes, and, what do you do, text mum and I whilst we were at a party, to say that you had just head that you had become editor of Cherwell, the Oxford University student newspaper http://www.cherwell.org/.

I don't know what come in fours, (1) so will instead say something different: in fact what was more or less my first thought when we saw your the text last night. The receipt of the news was one of those occasions when I when I wish my mother was still alive: Nana would have been thrilled to be told of your success, Tom.

My mum once told me that she thought about her mother every day of her life; mum had asked me, wondered, whether her fate would be different: it hasn't; she has been in my thoughts every day these last ten years; but some days, she really comes to the fore. Last night, and writing this blog, is one such occasion. Well done, again, Tom.

(1) I have just googled 'what comes in fours': as with everything nowadays, that search comes up with numerous results. Nothing is safe from google.

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