I don’t often get calls at 3am, but I’m grateful for my friends insomnia and good sense to make that call.

I don’t often knock on strangers doors in the wee small hours of the morning, but desperation is a compelling motivator.

I don’t often drive around Northampton as the sun slowly starts to uncover its landmarks, but I couldn’t just sit and hope for the best.

I don’t often ask my sister to do something that I wouldn’t do, but somebody had to stay at home and  man the phones – even if it meant at times all she could do was sit and hope.

I don’t often cry, but all the fear, tension and tiredness couldn’t be contained as I saw you moving on the stretcher in the back of the ambulance.

I don’t think I’ve ever told, but life would be so much less without you.  Don’t do that again!

Stuffed ourselves silly with Roast Pork & Beef, roast spuds, mashed spuds, Peas (maybe not), cabbage (definitely not!), yorkshire pud, crackling and lashings and lashings of rich gravy… Yum!

Quick trip to the park to shiver for a wee while whilst kids throw soggy wet leaves at one another, and of course challenging young Felix to a swinging contest.  The winner is fiercely debated, and yes.. pictures do exist, but I ain’t telling where!

All in all, a cracking day out, topped off with an excellent memento of the day

The Brady Bunch or The Hill's Have Eyes?