Monday 3rd June

I know I shouldn’t complain, but should be glad the sun is at last shining, and I am. My problem is how a particular group of people dress when the sun comes out, in this case what look like peoples grandfathers dressing like their grandsons. I am talking about old blokes in kids’ shorts, T shirts and trainers. They look ridiculous. There was one particular guy at the supermarket this morning who topped off the ensemble with a leather jacket! He must have been the wrong side of seventy; I mean who let him out dressed like that? It’s a phenomenon mostly seen on holiday but one that is starting to show itself locally now. You don’t see grandmothers dressed like their teenage granddaughters, at least not very often, so why do old blokes do it? Is it the Viagra effect?

Having waved off the youngest on the start of exam week this morning, and accompanied Mrs P to the supermarket, we returned home to find the eldest had crawled out of bed and settled in front of the TV. The joys of study leave and no exams to study for. I then popped out to run a couple of errands and cut someone’s grass for them (don’t ask, I was doing the regular gardener a favour). I returned home and couldn’t find my keys when I went to get in the house. Fortunately Mrs P and the eldest were in so Mrs P and I scoured the house for them, but to no avail. The eldest showed scant interest in helping, before departing for a driving lesson. I then turned the car inside out, as did Mrs P, and still no joy. So I then retraced my steps on my journey revisiting the opticians, the butchers and the lady whose grass I had cut. At each destination I had to explain my predicament, and still no keys. On returning home I again searched the car, believing it to be the most likely place that I would have lost them. This time on the back seat, beneath a seat belt fastener, through a hole in the seat, amongst the springs I found them! Cue scenes of much celebration and joy. On a similar vein the youngest couldn’t find his school locker key – usually kept in his blazer - this morning. Mrs P searched before he left for school and whilst he was out. He returned to inform us he’d found the key in his blazer, where both he and Mrs P had looked this morning. It’s just been one of those days.

After a tea of delicious homemade soup and sausage rolls from Mrs P - I was at the butchers getting the sausage meat in case you were wondering - I decided to go to football, given it was such a nice evening and I do need to get a sweat on occasionally. On returning home I took the eldest out to practice her driving. It was what I call a two kerb outing. One was the centre of a roundabout, albeit it was very low; the other was when she mounted the pavement reversing around a corner. Having said that she got the reverse right second time, and the bay parking and parallel parking first time. So on balance, a decent effort.

Yours searching for keys in my sleep.

Jay