Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

My son is Up To Something. No, not another jump! You’ll have gathered I’m dying to write about it, but until he lets me, I remain silent. Sort of. Suffice it to say that the whole affair carries more than an element of risk. Should I be worried? Hell yes. About both him and his motorbike-riding younger brother. Do I worry? That’s a bit of a double-edged question to ask a mother who sent one son to play with wolves while the other hand-fed an adult tiger taller than he and who happily watched the pair of them jump off a tower crane… treats that she had arranged for them. I’ve watched them parachute from fifteen thousand feet, do aerobatics and the Lord knows what else and have fished them out of ditches, plastered antiseptic on skinned backs and know the local accident and emergency room intimately.

Of course I…