My heart leapt when I saw the picture of what I thought was my Blackburn Coat of Arms badge/brooch on the front page of the paper.

I immediately drove over to the jewellers shop in Clitheroe only to find that what he had was not a brooch but a necklace, I know it sounds silly but I miss it.

It was a bit of a ritual. When going out I would always check, handbag, money, badge, now I put my hand to my lapel and – nothing.

I love Blackburn and I’m proud of it and my brooch told the world that I did. Oh I know it sounds daft, but that’s the way I feel.

At last the statue of my knight in armour is home – he’s been on secondment to Thwaites Theatre.

I’m getting a little jealous of him, for my St George is getting out more than I am, But spring is here, so holidays must be not only be chosen, but booked.

Past experience tells me if I’m not careful summer will be over and it will be too late.

A favourite saying of my husband was ‘the wind bloweth and we are gone’ and the older I get the truer it becomes.

But there’s a small problem, what sort of holiday do I want? Bucket and spade? Touring? Sightseeing? Health spa?

I say holiday but really a holiday is the last thing I want. I want activity, interest, something different.

But coming to think about it, home’s not so bad. Bed comfortable, food that’s known and liked, weather predictable, no extra cost, no packing, no waiting at airports or stations.

So it’s decided then – we are staying home, but leave those brochures out just in case.

Edith and Richard came on Saturday evening. I was going to say dine with us, but that sounds too posh.

We don’t ‘put on the style’ but out comes the best table cloth, and China tea set then we have a great time, reminiscing, and putting the world to rights, Oh! yes, we do know exactly what we’d do if we lived at Number Ten.