“Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has merely laid an egg cackles as if she laid an asteroid.”Mark Twain “Did you get any comments on the Hot-house Mama?”, asked the boy Sunday morning. Ooooops! Red-faced, I confessed that I hadn’t posted it. It’s like both the kids want a piece of pie, & own a personal corner of my blog. That morning he hopped out of bed, barely had a glass of milk, & the doorbell began to ring. Off he raced to play soccer. Came back unrecognisable, covered in mud, because the park is full of dewy grass with winter around the corner … looked like a naughty…