Wednesday 17th Jul

The eldest is off to Morocco today, flying to Casablanca and changing there for Marrakech.  It all sounds very exotic and exciting. Mrs P and I go to wave her off, and stand with the other parents. The fathers are of the view the kids will have a great time, and the mothers are worrying in case something goes wrong. Nature versus nurture.

It’s then on with the paper round in rather warm conditions, and apart from the postman who appears to be running around his round in torrents of sweat, the streets are quiet. I spend the rest of the day on and off trying to fix the eldest’s laptop, which decided to go wonky almost as soon as she’d left the house.

After ironing and getting tea ready for three – something wrong when it’s not four – I’m then out doing another paper round in the evening. This time it’s with the youngest, who is doing it for one of the eldest’s friends who has also gone to Morocco. To be fair he offers me half the money for the round, but I decline, though maybe he’ll see his way to buying his dad a beer when we’re on holiday. He might even see his way to doing our round once in a while.

Mrs P has mentioned on a fairly regular basis that my car needs cleaning. I’m sure I read somewhere that you shouldn’t clean them in direct sunlight, and so 9pm finds me washing the car, hosepipe out. I figure if I’m paying water rates I might as well use it.

In the end I give up on the laptop. I’ll need to take it to get it fixed tomorrow.

Yours the paper boy.

Jay