My son Paddy had a birthday two days before my other son Charlie and both could be having lock down blues with a pair of parents rather than their mates. All the young souls need nourishing so I applauded their exploits at 100 miles away:  only to be turned back when they had the mission half completed but nevertheless a lot achieved under the Cummings rules, which like with his reasoning, are made to be broken occasionally.  Sea, surf and a camper van were suitable mates that day anyway.