Mrs Mackerel’s TFI Friday (29th July)

Mrs Mackerel's TFI Friday (29th July). It’s Friday – I’ve made it, just.

All the sprats are very different, adorably different and utterly adorable. This week, Joe (the youngest at seven) has re-cast himself as one travelling troubadour. Guitar in hand, he travels as far as the living room, sometimes to the kitchen to perform his self-penned tunes, all strummed in G. From Try and Love Me If You Can (who could not love you, Joe?), to How Many Toys do You Have? to My Soldiers Are Dead and Down, and the classic in the making, Come Die With Me (based on him mis-hearing that satellite TV trailblazer, Come Dine With Me), we have all been entertained, more than Joe could ever know. I’d like to bottle it to keep forever; the lyrics, so carefully scribed in pencil, I will.

Tomorrow, we sail away to see Isla again, leaving the mainland behind. Grampy Mackerel was supposed to be having a big op today. Cancelled at the last minute, so destined to play Nurse Mackerel two weeks hence instead. Better Nurse Mackerel than Nurse Ratchett, I say.