Caught in the act by our lad, scuppering a birthday surprise for his grannie. But this is nothing new. Years ago my wife and I were having a romantic weekend away. There we were enjoying a river cruise, passing beneath a bridge, when all of a sudden we heard from above. “Mummy, daddy!” There he was, our five year-old, jumping up and down on the edge of the bridge with his grandparents. “It’s my mummy! Mummy!” So much for a get away, just the two of us. He has a sharp eye, that boy.