When I was a kid, if I mucked up at school, didn’t do the dishes or pinched a chocolate biscuit without asking, I was in BIG trouble.

Quite often, even when I didn’t do anything wrong, it was like Dad was looking for something to yell at me about. At times I just wanted to crawl under a rock and disappear.

A sleepover for me was more like respite than recreation.

But when Dad and I worked on his race car, it was like working with a best friend, it was different!