My eldest son is now 16 (17 in March) and a huge, strapping great lad with a soft heart and a delightful personality. He is my good friend and I almost burst with pride over him at times. My youngest son is 5 and he is my angel. He got me through the dark days of my depression and he is a joy to both my eldest son and me. We are not the ideal TV, picture perfect family, I still scream, shout and nag at them. Like anyone else the state of my eldest son's bedroom drives me insane as do the biscuit and sweet wrappers, the dirty cups and crockery and Jake seems hell-bent on making it as difficult as possible to get out of the house in the mornings. They don't get £200 worth of Christmas presents from me but they don't go without and I think they benefit from it. They are spoilt in other ways and I wouldn't change them or be without them for all the riches in the world.