Ben

So, we are in Sheffield for Ben's Stag night. He gets married to his lovely Nina in 5 weeks. Technically I've just retired having left Ben & his pals in an horrendous nightclub!

Ben. My son. In my own head the man I've been out with tonight (along with his excellent pals + my best buddie Stevie) is still my little boy. You see I would play with him for hours, roll around the floor and play fight, me blowing endless raspberries into his sweet smelling neck. In the man I look at today there is still that little boy. I guess this is what 'son' is all about. My boy.

I'm very proud of him. He's a sweet, loving and kind man.

My Ben.

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