1. Falling asleep on the sofa with Millie laid asleep on top of me.
2. Playing with the family in Millie’s room, all of us eating two-day-old prawn crackers – even the Bubbah.  For some reason Millie was only wearing her pants.

Actually, let’s go for three things, because I went out for my birthday on Saturday night.  Thanks to our friends Nik and Liz – Liz who babysat for us so that the Lovely Melanie and I could go out together, and Nik who drove us there and back in his car, which we were particularly grateful for on the way home when it was pouring with rain.

We went to the Hobgoblin in our old stamping ground of Forest Hill, ostensibly for the excellent comedy night there, but were so glad to see so many old friends make the effort to join us there that we skipped the comedy and just had a really nice night in the pub.

One of the faces of my childhood, Tony Hart, sadly died today.

I wouldn’t say he single-handedly inspired a love of art in me, but when I was young I used to love drawing things – far more than writing.  I would happily spend hours beavering away on a pad of paper, drawing monsters and rockets and robots and god knows what else.  And Tony Hart seemed to be on TV every week: talking in his quiet, cultured voice and producing remarkable pictures that amazed as much by the mesmerising way he built them up as by the final product.

The world is lesser for his passing..