We spent the bank holiday weekend in Nedwcastle, going up on a surprise birthday visit to Girlpants mammy. We do have some photos, but they'll have to be scanned in due course. Shopping, catching up, eating and cocktails were all on the menu with no hangovers but blisters on ankles from walking in the Dene in new shoes as Girlpants told me not to pack as much as I would usually, meaning the back up wardrobe for the cold was left at home so the Devon lass froze her tits off up North.

But amazingly, no fish passed on to the big bowl in the sky and the cats didn't hate us on our return. Usually they piss in the slippers, sniff in our general direction or even leave little parcels of furballs around under the table, on the laptops or on the beds to surprise us. Yet this time, naddah.
It must be the promise of tuna.