The worm has turned!

That's right folks, the men (or man) has taken control and is in charge of blogging this week. So, prepare yourself for a testosterone fuelled posting full of phwoars and wha-heys and none of this usual touch-feely husband bashing that has become the norm on this site! Having said that I have no idea what a testosterone fuelled posting actually contains so I might just stick to the tried and tested 'we've not done much this week' routine.

Well, we've not done much this week, apart from all the things that we have done. Saturday am saw the Wylie wagon roll down to Maids Moreton where we gorged ourselves on in-law hospitality. Saturday evening saw Pete go back in time and restore the Saturday night taxi service to take Liz and I to Marsh Gibbon where we were magnificently wined and dined courtesy of Jason and Hon Aunt Bec. Adult company and everything. Being dirty stop outs we didn't arrive back till about 2.00 am! Rock and roll.

Consequently Sunday was a bit of a haze, Ella, John and Barney came round and the girls (who were incidentally very colour co-ordinated) played. A brief trip to Great Nanny Carol was, well, great; then back to Janice and Pete's for life-saving Sunday lunch; back to Leamington; CBeebies straight on; Mummy had a little doze on the sofa despite Maddy's best efforts to intervene; and that was the lot. Phew, it's all go here.

That's all for now folks - more man style blogging soon. What's that you say? You people just can't get enough.