Whilst out for a run first thing on Monday morning along the seafront (baby safely at home with grandma and grandpa) I passed probably 20 sets of grandparents out with their grandkids – crabbing with bacon on a string off the slip, haring around on the field lobbing a tennis ball for grannies jack russel or buzzing along the prom with the pushchair. it’s the last week of the summer hols and I only saw one mum and dad out with a buggy…I guess those press reports about just how much our generation relies on the GPs for childcare have a point. I betcha if I go out for a run next Monday it’ll be nothing but granddads and grandmas with their feet up on the benches and a face full of a 99…(unless its raining of course).

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What would we do without ’em?