Don't panic!

Not a real panic button, but something my 11 year old son finds very amusing, as do most of his friends when they press it too, Much exclaiming and shrieking along with sirens going off delights the ear of anyone who presses it, along with anyone else in the room and also within a half mile radius.

Have had no need of a panic button this weekend. It has been a good one all round. Though it has had its' moments.

What do you do when you have arranged to pick two friends up, and they insist you are one hour early whilst standing on the doorstep in dressing gown with wet hair? Go pick up third friend, whilst first two get their act together!

Then the antiquated SatNav decides to take the long and scenic way round to what is our chosen destination. Criss-crossing around farmers fields in an indeterminate fashion through deepest darkest Lancashire and Merseyside, but we got where we wanted to be eventually and had a great night out.

Happy Monday!