“Slipping Through My Fingers” — ABBA

When September gives way to October each year, tears roll down parents’ cheeks like autumn leaves falling on a woodland floor as their sons and daughters take a final look around the bedroom they’ve lived in all their life.

The bundle of joy those parents brought home 18 years ago is all grown up, off to university, on the threshold of making their own way in the world…often far away from the home they grew up in and the friends they used to play with on the street outside.