Our Harry Redknapp didn't do too badly | Cheryl Gibbs

The much-loved (before he went to Southampton FC in a weird career blip) former footballer is selling his home in Sandbanks’ ‘millionaire row’ for a cool £7m – that’s a nice tidy profit of around £3m if reports are anything to go by.

He shared the beach fronted property with his wife Sandra since 2015 and they are apparently moving to a smaller property nearby – no doubt just as beautiful and just as glamorous.

You’d expect it to be at a little shy of £4m.

He’s done alright, our Harry!

A force to be reckoned with who will be sorely missed

Luckily, Covid-19 has not effected us too badly and we’ve been lucky enough to have avoided most of the fallout from this god-awful illness.

However this week the effects of the coronavirus hit home when Matt’s Nanny Jean passed away.

Thankfully she didn’t pass from the disease and died as peacefully as one would hope – in her sleep. But the dreaded virus did prevent most of her family from seeing her in the last few months of her life, including my father-in-law Danny, her son, who sadly was due to see her this week after the care home she was in was forced into lockdown because one of the staff contracted the virus.

Jean Kingston was a force to be reckoned with, I can tell you, and she just put a smile on the faces of anyone who crossed her path – even if it was for the wrong reasons.

She was an avid Pompey fan, swore like a trooper, used to smoke countless cigarettes a day until she quit a few years ago and was a real stereotypical nan; cupboards full of biscuits and treats that her 18 grandchildren and 18 great-grandchildren would rummage through (Matt is the eldest grandchild of the bunch and Harley is the youngest great grandchild – sadly, Jean never got to meet her).

I remember when I first met her as a young and impressionable 17-year-old at her home in Wymering she shouted over to Matt: ‘Matt, does your girlfriend want a cuppa tea?’

I was stood right there, but that was Jean and I loved her from the moment I met her.

She had a season ticket to Pompey FC and just loved her kids (she had eight). They were Jean’s whole life so when she got too old to care for herself and dementia took hold, her sons and daughters made the difficult decision to put her in Shearwater Care Home and they were so glad they did.

The care she received; the care the whole family received, especially after Jean’s passing is something none of the family will forget. I’ve been officially a Kingston now for five years and I tell you they’re made of tough stuff, but there will forever be a big hole that Jean once filled. RIP, Jean Kingston.

I would never complain about the heat, until recently...

I’m a sun worshipper as much as the next person – you’ll never hear me complain about how hot it is because I just love the heat.

But the past few weeks have been difficult because every time I get hot, Harley gets hot because we’re stuck together and just make each other worse. But I’d take that any day over the rain which just made doing anything impossible.

We didn’t leave the house and I just struggled to entertain a six-month-old baby in the lounge all day. I’ve also noticed the mornings are getting a bit darker than before so the slow onslaught to autumn and winter is beginning. I definitely think I’ve got some form of SAD syndrome – give me sunshine any day of the week!