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Like most mothers of teenage boys, Cheryl Leach is accustomed to a fair amount of chivvying.

Her son, Jordan, might be 16 years old and 5 ft 4 in tall, but he still needs reminding that his socks won't pick themselves off the bedroom floor and that his pizza needs taking out of the oven before it's burnt to a crisp.

Yet 42-year-old Cheryl's devotion to him knows no bounds, and when Jordan comes home from school, drops his bags on the floor and slumps on the sofa, she is overcome with delight to see him.