Okay, so it’s big news right now, the two ten year olds from Bridlington who pretended to be a small child with her parent who had collapsed during a 999 call.

But. It’s made me think. H knows her name and knows her date of birth, but I’m almost certain she doesn’t know where she lives. She’s never had reason to.

I think I need to make up a song with our address in it. Obviously for privacy purposes I wont be sharing, but that seems the best way to remember. One of the first songs with a number my telly addict child could sing was ’64 Zoo Lane’ – so I reckon there’s mileage in this.

It’s just finding a tune. Hmm.