Last week Charlie turned our gas fire on upstairs, as he normally does when it gets cold. Later on we moved downstairs to put him into bed. As I connected with him before he went to sleep, I suddenly remembered the fire and felt anxious that I had left it on.

I said goodnight without saying anything and then came upstairs and saw that it had been turned off. Charlie had turned it off. The next morning when I sat with him I said: ”Charlie, last night I noticed that you turned the fire off without being asked. I felt anxious when I remembered that I hadn’t switched it off and then I saw that you had done it. That’s what I call being responsible. You are a very responsible boy and that is a great quality.”

Charlie beamed. And it’s as if he is turning more and more to me this week to be seen.