Having spent a spectacularly mellow sunny morning off (after 8.00 BCP, a long conversation with Stephanie in the garden about film, and a couple of levels of Angry Birds with Stewart), I cook lunch. Now it’s give my touchy-feely side the serious attention it deserves — aided by a guru of gurus, Swami Jeff, a mellow fellow if ever there was one. Here he discovers in his own psychodynamic way how Fathers find it so hard to be fully in tune with the Universe...