Good morning from Birmingham, where it is still dark, although I can see a faint red glow on the horizon. My plans changed yesterday, after I phoned my daughter in the morning to find her very unwell. I drove to her house, put her to bed, with the baby, called the doctor, then left her with her husband, who came home from work, and brought my two year old grandson here. She is now on antibiotics and feeling a little better, and my grandson is still sleeping, so I am having a quiet cup of tea. My three year old grandaughter will be here around eight, and at lunchtime we will be going to a children’s concert by the CBSO. It’s a long time since I have taken two toddlers on the bus, so I hope they are good!