I was walking to work the other morning and overheard a mother talking to her young daughter.  They were looking on the ground for conkers and the mother was remarking that someone had taken the large ones already.  It took me back to when I used to walk to school with my mum and sister.  We’d walk through the leaves and pick up conkers, helicopters and beech nuts and stash them away  in our pockets. 

I mentioned this to my husband earlier and he’d never heard of beech nuts.  I tired to describe them and then looked on Google for a picture and surprisingly couldn’t find anything. 

So this weekend we’re off to the country to walk through the leaves, smell the autumn and search for the allusive beech nut.

5.30 on a Friday afternoon is beer o’clock.  Time to switch off the monitors, head over to M19, sit in their beer garden and relax with a glass of wine (for me)  and Lord Levy’s Belgian friend, Stella Artois.  Then a couple of hours later we’ll stagger walk home in time for the BB eviction and order a take-away.

10 minutes to go.