We've spent today in York, for our youngest grandson' s First Holy Communion. I had a rather large lump in my throat at the sight of our little cherub - today looking extra smart in pristine white shirt, red tie, trousers with knife-edge creases & hair neat and tidy. He did all that was required of him, posed patiently for the family pics as we shivered in the church garden, then kindly told the priest that the 'wine tasted horrible.' Cue blushes from the adults & laughter from said priest.
We had a very nice celebratory lunch before going back to our son's house where the little cherub morphed into the football-mad little boy so familiar to us, managed to get quickly grubby along with his brother, in a very hectic and noisy game of penalties, followed by an equally and extremely competitive game of cricket.
A lovely day, and the tiredness which hit me on the drive home didn't matter one jot.