I can't believe that the daft baby pictured above is now a tall, sport-mad, nine year old. It seems as if only yesterday I was holding that little stinking bundle of puke, dribbles and smiles.. and now he knows all kinds of things I don't, and asks me questions about what it was like to grow up in the 'olden days'. "Were there really no computers or ipods? Did you really have a TV that was only Black and White? Why didn't you use the internet when you were my age?" Or yesterday when he saw a bit of an episode of TOTP2, he asked, "Was Top of the Pops a TV programme when you were a boy?" and then, "Was it about old-fashioned music?"... er..... Well it wasn't then - but it is now, I tried to explain.
Very sensibly the young man has asked if he can go out with us for a curry to celebrate being nine! Splendid - it will be only another twnety minutes or so until he's a teenager and won't want to be seen out in public with us at all!