My father and step-mother have been staying with me this week. We've had a lovely time. Yesterday Dad and I went to the London Dungeon. I'd not been for years, he'd never been and it seemed like a fun idea. It didn't even occur to me that we might have to wait in a queue. I honestly thought that we would simply arrive and stroll in - I'm not sure whether it was a sign of good old-fashioned optimism or plain naivity. We queued for two hours. Might even have been two and a half. And I'll tell you something else - we didn't moan about it once. We just did it. Had nice chats, had an ice cream, reflected on the fact that we were the only two people there not accompanying children or teenagers. I was actually rather proud of us - there were plenty of people there getting bad tempered and others pulling the most extraordinary faces, but not us!

This two hour-plus episode served to remind me that being negative about anything rarely serves a useful purpose. Things don't always go according to plan and sometimes you just have to get on with it and keep smiling.

If you're wondering if it was worth the wait - yes it was - we really enjoyed it!