As Father's Day looms, I embrace zen introspection. My beloved Keeper and I have two offspring, a daughter - a sweetheart aged 12, turning 30 - and a son - boisterously nine. Life changed unrecognisably with their arrival, and overwhelmingly for the better. This Sunday I will join the ranks of sleepy paters, gingerly drinking dubious coffee, eyeing off culinary abominations and graciously acknowledging new socks.