Recruitment advert on the side of a bus in Southampton looking for people 18+ with a clean driving licence to train as bus drivers. Am I the only person who thinks that an 18 year old is probably not the best person to be driving a bus?

Friday was a beautiful spring day; we’re surrounded by lovely countryside so off we went with a chequered table cloth, large chicken salad and all the trimmings for a picnic on Blackdown, local beauty spot and the highest point in Surrey. Sam has an attention span like most small boys so it wasn’t long before we were heading off into the undergrowth each with a suitable stick. The adventure paid off, we saw a fully grown adder sunning itself in the undergrowth. It disappeared as soon it knew we were there, but we both got a really good look at it, the first time for either of us. It looks like I’m not going to have too much trouble getting Sam interested in the great outdoors. He’ll be ready for his first pair of hiking boots soon.

There are a whole bunch of people in the office today eating creme eggs. Have a look at this, it’s no yoke!

Nice moment of the weekend, my mum reading “One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish” by Dr Seuss to Sam in a Yorkshire accent.