Small son came to show me the ‘status’ message he had googled for himself for his Facebook page, which he thought quite cool. Your ‘status’ is apparently something which describes your state of mind for the day. He had chosen that old chestnut (which he didn’t know had been slightly altered): “You spend nine months waiting to get out and the rest of your life trying to get back in.” I didn’t tell him that there were three words omitted viz “of the womb” and left him with his innocent thought. I suppose it depends on your age and whose e-mail list you are on as to what would have sprung to mind. He was talking about leaving home after his last nine months of High School. NB. After a brief four months in London, jobless, and sponging off his big brother, small son did realise the wisdom of acquiring a qualification of some sort. Having thus scuttled back home and into his beloved room, he embarked on a 3-year Diploma – “International Import & Export”. Next year will be his third and he shows no signs yet of wanting to leave the nest. I shall be quite prepared to give him a shove when next year ends, as the mommy birds do. And there will be no "double entendre" about it!