First Love, Big Fights

Danny Boy is now well and truly in the throes of first love. He tried to follow my advice and remain cool but, as we all predicted, he fell fast and furiously. Daisy phoned him and asked him to meet her at the village fete at the weekend. His first date! He was very quiet on D-Day morning when Lurch drove him to meet her. Lurch came back, looked at me and said 'my poor little cub! my poor little cub!'. Apparently he was a bag of nerves. I went to pick him up four hours later and he'd calmed down considerably, had a lovely day with Daisy and they were standing grinning at each other. He chatted about her in the car and said he just really enjoyed feeling a deep, close bond with Daisy and that it wasn't physical!? I repeated my mantra of 'you're very young...' whilst remembering Lurch and I calling him the stealth missile because, as a baby, he used to climb out of his cot at night, in his sleepsuit, and elbow his way up our bed so that when we woke up he was always the first thing we saw, cuddled up to us.

Of course, it nearly didn't happen that way because guess who got in on the act? The Terminator, with his nose for trouble, managed to find out that one of the dinner ladies at his school is a friend of Daisy's mum and knows Daisy. He told the dinner lady that he'd found out about her private life and that she went shopping with Daisy. 'How do you know that?' she asked 'because she's my brother's girlfriend, mind you she's been out with the whole of the football team already!'. At cricket that night DB got a call from Daisy. I answered and she asked him to ring back. Panic-stricken he said 'shall I text her and ask her if she wants to dump me?' I told him not to and when he spoke to her Daisy told him that her mother was furious about the football remark and was thinking of sending her to an all girl school! The War of the Worlds has been narrowly averted for the time being.

I also have a brand new crush, as of last week. Move over Didier Drogba! His name is Lord Karan Bilimoria and I spotted him on the final 'You're Fired' of The Apprentice. What a gorgeous man; suave, sophisticated, educated, empathetic, handsome, successful - you name it, he's got it. I'm none too pleased with Lurch at the moment. I think I've been spending too much time blogging and not enough reading the paper. He's been sniggering since I referred to the UN Secretary General as Banky - he informed me that he was not actually a relation of Nana or Alfie but that his name was Ban Kee-Moon. Anyway I'm finishing this blog on a high, with a picture of the lovely Lord KB, just in case you haven't seen him before.