Saturday, 15 March 2008

Early in the morning, having barely caught up on our sleep, we received our Granddaughter Beth and our babysitting duties began.

During the day, I endeavoured to tire out poor Beth as I wanted her nice and sleepy for when the Six Nations climax arrived. I needn’t have worried: just as Wales vs France was about to start, Virgin Media’s cable service shut down. Living in a hollow there is no “terrestrial” TV signal so I listed to the match on the radio. Joyce Grenfell often used to say “the pictures are better on the radio”, but this is rubbish. But the rugby result was very pleasing.