Walking back from getting my haircut this afternoon, I passed a line of year 1 kids, 5 - 6 year olds decked out in hi-viz bibs. I heard one of the teachers call the class name - ‘Morris’. They were on their way to the cricket club around the corner for sports day.

Both my sons were in year 1 Morris. It made me think back to their sports days, going to watch their class assemblies, me volunteering to help out with school trips and the school fairs. Great memories that I remember working hard to be available to make.

The funny thing is, if I hadn’t made that effort, I’d have just walked past a bunch of kids and thought nothing of it. Instead, I relived some wonderful memories that made my day a bit brighter.