FROM the distant perspective of my younger days, I always thought being a grandad would be relaxing. I expected to potter rather than dash.

Well, that’s not quite how it worked out when we had a family trip to the theatre in York for my 63rd birthday present.

My daughter, Hannah, had kindly bought me tickets to see Sunny Afternoon – the story of The Kinks. A relaxing afternoon beckoned, with Hannah, my wife, Heather, and youngest son, Max.

With last Saturday’s matinee performance scheduled to start at 2.30pm, we headed to York in plenty of time for a spot of lunch at a nice restaurant.........

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