Driving through the Warwickshire villages where I spent my teens, as I have gone to and from the hospital, it is hard not to feel some nostalgia for the old place. The same music blares from my car as it did 30 and a bit years ago and at least I am starting to formulate the play list for my 50th birthday early next year.. The Mrs is not going to like it. She is far more George Michael than Jon Bon Jovi.
Each day I have driven past Warwick school, where I have some unresolved business, I note an email sent to OWs about two rugger matches at Twickenham today. Both the U15s and and the U18s are in the national schools cup final.
For a school that excels a musc and the arts also to be so strong at rugby and also cricket is pretty amazing and I shall be following the results closely.
I wonder if they still have the old school song? Floreat, floreat schola Warwicensis? Here's hoping they do today.