It's my Mum's 76th birthday on Tuesday so I am now off to the wilds of North Essex to take her and my Dad out to dinner at The Three Hills pub in Bartlow this evening. Somehow I don't really think of my parents as being in their late seventies.
I spent many a happy evening in the Three Hills in my misspent youth. It's just reopened after a long period of closure so it will be interesting to see if the food is as good as it used to be.
I shall also tape the Israel v England game. My Dad always delights in telling me the score of a game I have taped. Well, to be more accurate, he doesn't tell me the score he drops hints which are as subtle as a brick. "Lampard had a good game," he'll say, or "you want to watch out for Gerrard,". Nice one Dad.