It's hayfever. Really.
Morning and greetings, quiet on the blog yesterday, everyone with stuff to do, people to see. Let's crank things up with a buzzy, active hectic blog of wonder. Final school run for child 2 today as A levels beckon. 14 years is a lot of dropping-off but I wouldn't have missed it for anything. The school run gets a bad press, particularly in the cities but it can be a time when you learn stuff and have conversations that would never happen anywhere else . In the radio fights (which I had with my dad too) she gets too inflict her taste in breakfast radio and I get to lecture her on what they're doing wrong. Hours of fun for everyone. Child 3 will need a lift for a year more and then I will be a retired school runner. The words of "Sunrise Sunset" from Fiddler on the Roof arrive all too often these days.
Today we welcome Gryff Rhys-Jones to Drivetime, he's back on BBC1 next week in 'Britain's Lost Routes', a 4 part series uncovering lost routes across the UK. These, he says, are the forgotten pathways that shaped Britain. Britain used to be a difficult country to cross. So there's the Welsh pilgrim's route, an Essex hay transporter's route around the Essex coast, a Tudor Royal procession and a Scottish cattle driving route, and all in the company of the witty and urbane Mr Rhys-Jones.
We don't do 'lost' anymore, not when there is sat-nav and GPS to help but let's try LOST oldies please to shape the tunes from 5 (and sorry for the few flower tunes yesterday; needed to get some Ultravox and Robin Gibb tunes in).
Have a generous and uplifting Tuesday. See at 5.