Yes, my grandson Jack reached the ripe old age of 20 today. Sometimes he comes out with remarks that could be made by a thirty year old but mostly he’s just Jack. Not much different from any teenager. I popped in to hand over his birthday card and a bit of cash and received a lovely birthday , thank you hug. His mum and I looked through some old photos of when they were all toddlers, so sweet, and I had a cup of tea and some cake. There was a Colin Caterpillar cake from M&S and a lovely looking iced sponge from his friend. I’ve forgotten her name but I’m sure Jack will bring me up to date. He said she’s not his girlfriend ‘just his besty’. Jack, when Elizabeth reads this, we’re in trouble. Anyway I have to admit to eating my first ever slice of Colin cake (very yummy) and also there were some Percy Pig sweets that I had never eaten either. Had one of those and it was actually very nice too. So, two firsts in one afternoon. Jack’s getting older, I’m definitely getting younger (experience wise).
There was another birthday in Birmingham and they decided to have a party with 24 people. Fourteen adults were fined £800 each for breaking lockdown rules. They were having a BBQ when Police arrived and sent them all packing on top of the hefty fine. Bet they wished they’d stayed at home.
There’s no getting away with it, those Derbyshire coppers are out and about being busy. They caught a couple having a fumble in a Fiat at a beauty spot and slapped a fine on them. Said it wasn’t essential exercise. I’m not sure about that, helps your physical and mental health. Is there no privacy?
Last night some little turds decided to have a party on Mudeford Sandbank. Not your normal sort of party as 30 beach huts were broken into or damaged and three were actually set on fire and completely destroyed. One 15 year old boy has been arrested but there’s no chance he could have done all that on his own. A few people who read this would have been down there with me. I know I took the Knutsford Arthurs and also my two Spanish sisters in law from Madrid. The view will be a little different tomorrow.
Also in Bournemouth, the council are making plans to hold the Air Festival this year. That’s optimistic for them and for us that we might be let free, although we might want to go elsewhere that week. The air show is definitely magnificent but for me was spoilt when they turned the promenade into a funfair and set up beer tents on the beach. It was more or less out of bounds for us locals from a week before. Quite like seeing the planes flying over my balcony though. We’ll miss the red arrows who I believe will not be returning to Bournemouth. Hey people, let’s be careful out there. ☃️ ❄️ ☃️