As I’m sure everyone who knows me is aware, I love being an aunt. Oliver is a great kid and I am amazed that Ben and Laura trust me to watch him when they are doing stuff but always delighted to spend time with him. Last Saturday was one of those times, Lu was away at a hen day/night and Ben was in Shepherds Bush to watch his beloved Queens Park Rangers on the last game of the season and watch them celebrate winning the Championship (or Division 2 as I still like to call it!) and get promoted to the Premiership (which means I can guarantee at least 2 days next season where Ben and I can’t/won’t/shouldn’t talk to one another). Football is serious stuff.

Anyway Oliver.

He is absolutely the easiest child in the world to babysit.  He’s pretty cheerful and always on the go, so you do have to be able to keep up. He adores his mum and dad and will make a bit of a fuss when they go but it doesn’t last long and he is easily distracted by a banana! He is, to quote his thoroughly besotted Grandma, ‘a lovely boy’.

I completely agree….