My white filling lasted 30 hours and about 17 minutes before it fell out.

This means it cost somewhere upwards of £2 for each hour it was in my mouth.

Money well spent I think 

Took my son for a walk in the forest park today.

Of course a simple walk is not enough and it morphed into a bear-hunting trip with us both having to flee for our lives at one point while being pursued by an angry grizzly who we had interrupted while he was having his porridge.

From there we moved on to searching for dragons. The forest became ‘The Magic Forest’.

We walked on finding ‘magic trees’, ‘magic pine cones’ and even ‘magic nettles’.

At one point my son then shot off excitedly on his own, pointed to the ground and proclaimed, ‘Look daddy, magic mushrooms! Shall we eat them?’

Um….I think we’re doing just fine without them. 

When they do the Dine in for £10 offer at Marks and Spencers it seems to have a funny effect on people.

The usually genteel middle-class customers swarm around the displays like excited bees.

I’ve seen pushing and elbows and rows over who grabbed what first.

On one occasion an old lady nearly broke my wrist when I tried to reach for the last profiteroles stack.

We’ve just had an impromptu gig in the front room.

We sang favourite kiddie songs. Son took lead vocals, guitar, drums, piano and recorder.

I was on tambourine.

He also insisted I dance.

Sometimes when I’m bored I like to imagine the very early days of Paw Patrol when Ryder gave out the rigs.

The pups are all gathered together excitedly at the newly built lookout. Among them is little Rocky, a mongrel rescued from a life of misery at the pound. His tiny heart is beating so fast, he can scarcely believe the new life he has been given.

Ryder clears his throat. ‘Alright pups, calm down now.’ He looks at his clipboard. ‘Skye, you’re first, you get a plane.’

Skye leaps with excitement. ‘Thanks Ryder’.

He goes on. ‘Chase, you get a police car. Marshall, a fire truck and Zuma, I hope you can swim, you’re getting a hovercraft.’

Ryder’s voice is drowned out by the animated yelping of the happy little pups. Rocky, who has been standing at the back, nervously edges his way forward.

‘Ryder,’ he begins, ‘what about me? What rig do I get?’

Ryder frowns. He looks at the clipboard and scratches his head.

‘Well Rocky….’ his voice descends into an inaudible murmur.

‘I’m sorry Ryder, I didn’t catch that.’

‘I said you get to drive the recycling bin lorry.’

‘What the feck????!!!!!’

Turned on telly this morning to watch Paw Patrol, only to find that the pups were in space!

My son is very excited by this but I’m a bit worried.

It’s scarily similar to how Postman Pat went to the dogs after they gave him his own plane. 

As a viewer you were just left feeling that they were taking the piss out of you.

None of us want to see Paw Patrol going the same way as House of Cards and losing its cool and credibility.

A group of talking pups solving emergencies in Adventure Bay I can buy into. But turning them into astropups? It’s just not on.