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    Muffin or cake?

    One gloomy winter day I realised that, instead of concentrating on my work, I was developing far too close a relationship with the contents of my fridge. So I collected my papers, left my laptop behind and headed to the café in my local branch of Borders. Some mums were sitting on the sofas, chatting and sipping their frappuccinos while their kids were happily playing nearby. An ideal setting for preparing a talk about raising boys, I thought. ‘WAAA! WAAA!’ I turned my head to see a little boy, perhaps five years old, wailing and clutching his leg. ‘Mummy, Mummy!’ he cried. ‘Let me have a look,’ said Mum. ‘Where…