It was my lovely granddaughter Meg’s 17th birthday yesterday. I remember so vividly the day she was born and the mad dash my husband and I made to Harrogate from Barnard Castle. The hospital car park was full and we had to park in a side street some distance away. Arriving at the hospital with a big bunch of flowers, we discovered that my daughter and the baby had already left for home. A far cry from the old days, my days, when I was in hospital for ten days with my first born. One extreme to the other I feel.  Had my first seasonal meal yesterday at Lifton Hall Hotel, turkey and Christmas pud and good company.