One day in September 1997 Daniel moved in. Daniel unpacked his socks and underpants as he placed them in his new set of drawers in his brand new bedroom. Since that day he has never put one item of clothes away. I became keeper of his clothes, stomach, emotions and goldfish. Like every new mum, I was proud of my eight-year-old son. I wanted to show him off. Daniel was warmly welcomed into my world by a league of friends and family. They came bearing gifts and the words "has he settled in yet?" and "Does he like school?" - Of course he settled in. He had unpacked his pants. Daniel did like school. He took the education system by the throat, swallowed it whole and spat it out. The education system could not spit as far as Daniel. Daniel was more experienced.