Wednesday 29th May

Mrs P is up at the usual time for breakfast, but as the teenagers don’t have to be up I decline to join her and decide to have an extra hour in bed. When I do get up I breakfast alone, and then get ready to go out and deliver the papers. At this point the youngest gets up, asking where his breakfast is. I inform him he will need to sort it out himself as I’m going out. He manages to get himself a bowl of cereal and some flapjack bites. This is a great improvement on his sister who when rising mid-morning helps herself to a number of mini muffins.

The streets are quiet this morning. I really don’t know where the kids go in the school holidays, but you don’t see many out and about. Are they all on Xboxes, Play Stations and social media sites? On my return I make myself a decent cup of coffee and settle down to some TV with the eldest. A bit of father-daughter bonding over Series 3 of Friends.

As rain looms in the afternoon I get some grass seed sown in the back garden, for what I hope is a finish to my landscaping, ahem! Then myself and the youngest walk round in the rain to visit the ailing one. He’s recovering slowly, I can’t help feeling a bit of sun would perk him up a bit. I’m sure there must be statistics somewhere that show patients recover quicker in sunnier climes.

In the evening Mrs P, myself and the youngest go out for fish and chips, and jolly good they are, as we stand looking out over the wetlands in the estuary. There is something quintessentially English about the whole scene. I just needed a decent pint in hand to make it perfect, but I was out voted on that one.

Yours patriotically inclined.

Jay