Sorry, sorry, sorry I have been so pants at writing recently. There was the weekend of family tension, which was ok in the end as it didn't actually happen, even though we traipsed across half the UK in the blizzards to get there (you really don't want to know the boring details) and then Hubby has been on holiday all this week, and Twin 1 has been learning to use the potty and Son has had swimming lessons every day and Twin 2 has had a hospital appointment and we have been going to bed very early as they have all been waking up at about quarter to six (I say bed, but I do of course mean mattress, it's just that 'going to mattress' somehow doesn't sound quite right) and the car has been back to the garage twice and the dog has been to the vet twice. Oh and I've been doing my running as well, which is rather depressingly slow and I don't seem to be getting any faster. So the days and evenings have been mostly filled with pfaffing and palaver. However, at the moment Hubby has his nice friend over from Germany and they are in the living room drinking beer and watching the Canonball Run and pretending they are both young, free and single and have nothing better to do than drink beer and watch the Canonball Run. I am hoping to do something similar next week when the plan is to meet up with a couple of old friends from uni. I would like very much for our meeting to involve quaffing quantities of Thunderbird and listening to Jesus Jones but as it's a lunch date and not twenty years ago I suspect it's more likely to be sipping lattes and listening to Nora Jones...