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Rumour has it that it's Mrs Silverwood's Birthday and that she is selflessly spending it with daughters Em-J and J-M down in Co Mayo at the National Baton-Twirling Championships, where the girls are covering themselves in glory, medals and trophies. Well done all you Silverwood ladies, and Happy Birthday to Mrs S. Take some time for yourself, make sure you do!

I don't know if this might be one event that Mr Silverwood has swerved by volunteering to babysit toddler-M and even-more-toddler-ish-R, but I suspect it might. Hope it all went seamlessly for you too, Mr S. By the way, Mum and Dad will expect a demo of baton twirling skill on the tow-path at Sowerby Bridge. Not too near the edge, mind. We don't want J-M joining the exclusive Society of Canal Baptists.

Outside here all day has been a broken down black Vauxhall, sometimes blocking both our and Jim's drive, sometimes attended by assorted boyfriends while Lady owner hovered, chatting into mobile phone continuously. People came and people went. Jump leads were tried and assorted tinkerings under the bonnet. Finally at about 7pm, after it had been there for at least 9 hours somebody looked at the petrol guage and had a light-bulb moment. Half a gallon from a red plastic "can" and away she went, good as new. Made Dad feel not quite so silly about the diesel-in-2CV episode.

Happy Birthday Mrs Silverwood
Deefski