Friday 22nd Feb

Best of British start to the day, as Mrs P did a fry up. Not many better ways to start the day to my mind, and with a decent cup of tea the taxi service was ready to roll. Morning call was to take the youngest to rugby training and collect him, covered in mud later on. And guess who gets to clean his boots, outside in the freezing cold!

Regular readers will not be surprised to know that my recently replaced digital TV box is playing up. Similar problems to before which makes me think it may be software issues with the service providers downloads, looks like we’re just going to have to live with it for a while until they fix it. It’s not as though we’re paying for a working service!

Popped out in the afternoon and down by the river I saw a number of padlocks had been secured onto a chain fence, with people’s names written on, or carved into, them. I first saw this phenomenon when the eldest came back from a school trip to Austria last summer, and she had pictures taken on a bridge covered with locks. As I understand it you write your girl/boyfriends name on the lock with yours, secure it to a fence/bridge and throw the key into the water, declaring your eternal love. OK I made the last four words up, but you have to admit it’s more romantic than texting and social media. It feels more traditional.

Jay-le-taxi is out again in the evening, junior to cricket, eldest to the cinema, back in then quickly out to collect junior, followed by an 11:30pm pick up at the cinema, Mrs P being sensibly tucked up in bed by this time. I wouldn’t mind but the eldest had already seen the film once.

Yours locked in

Jay