Gutted

Jamie spent this afternoon with Mike, Derek and me, watching the Lions come so close to beating South Africa in the First Test - yet losing.

I'm absolutely devastated, although Jamie seemed to pick up once his grannies arrived.

Earlier, his Granny White, Derek and I took him to Bradford for the annual Lord Mayor's Parade - but missed it (Jamie slept in, these things happen).

But he did get to sail in a boat with Iggle Piggle.

Something else happened to him as well - something bizarre, surreal and mildly disturbing - but I'll tell you about that another time.

As for now, it's a quick change out of my Lions replica shirt, an early bird curry with all current house occupants (including Jamie who may be restricted to bread sticks) and then off to Joseph and His Lovely Big Coat (or something like that) at the Grand Theatre in Leeds.

Still gutted about the rugby, though. Some more Guinness might help soothe the still searing pain.