So off we set in my little Renault Clio, which Keith is minded to refer to as a 'jelly mould'. Today's journey was to deepest, darkest Yorkshire. Bravely we struggled through gale force winds, traffic cones and the vagaries of the Leeds road system but eventually, we made it, without my having to say to Keith, "I'm going out. I may be some time." Made it where? To Daphne's pad of course, to meet her and Silverback. I have met Silverback before but Keith hadn't and neither of us had met Daphne before. I made a slightly facetious comment about it being like meeting film stars, but what I meant was that meeting fellow bloggers feels a bit like meeting people in the public eye because, having been a follower of their blogs, I feel I already know a bit about them and it's interesting to make the connection between that and the 'real life' them. It was also lovely to meet Daphne's husband, Stephen and her mum, of whom I am definitely in awe as she swims in the sea at Tenby in all temperatures and I can't even stand under the shower unless the water is good and hot.
It is about a month since we last saw Paul, and again it was a bittersweet time. Claire and Chris are brilliant with him. Chris has already built up a good rapport with him, which is what we wanted as we feel that the more positive male role models he has in his life the better, but watching him and Paul chasing each other on the grass outside, I couldn't help thinking how it should be Hugh playing with him, as he used to do.