Today is my mum’s birthday. I dare not tell you how old she is, but I was just thinking: it’s been six months since I moved down to London. I haven’t visited my parent’s since coming down, so this is by far the longest time I’ve been away from my parents house. I think it’s quite an achievement, coming from a guy who once couldn’t bear to spend a night away from home. Even so, I think I’ll be arranging a visit soon. don’t get me wrong: I love life with Lyn, but I think it’s high time I visited my parents, especially given Dan an only make a rough approximation of my mum’s spaggy bog.

Anyway, happy birthday mum!