It has to be fresher’s week. We were inundated with freshly scrubbed newbies, eyes wide with the notion of being away from home for the first time and anticipating a new world opening before them. Each new fresh face was filled with wonder mixed with worry, line of dread as they realised that parents were no longer holding the leashes tying their children tightly to their sides.

Which meant that for the past two days, I've experienced parenthood. Of a type.

Every single question within the sphere of uni that you can imagine. Accomodation. Council tax. Lifestyle choices. Banking. Budgets. How to live in the real world. Holding hands with new students as they try to start off at uni until they move towards lectures and standing on their own two feet. You know they'll come back with their problems - exams and money usually. And when they do, we'll all be there.

And whilst Girlpants and I have occassionally spoken of babies and then withdrawn back into our working worlds, this has to be a small insight. But the two days were enough to drain me.