I haven't "spoken" to you in a while so I thought I'd better put that right.
First, my burns. I was back on the Causeway Coast of Northern Ireland last week for the North West 200 motorbike races. And for once we got some decent weather.
No one could believe it, least of all me who refused to don sun cream because I was cold - possibly because I wore shorts. The result was an incinerated head and fried knees. Still, all riders came home safe which is the important part of the story.
My trip back meant that I couldn't also justify travelling across for the Irish Cup Final earlier in the month (plus I'd already promised to decorate our living room). But the Bannsiders lifted the trophy so at least I didn't jinx them which, again, is all that matters.
In other news, Charlotte entered the World of The Brownies after making her promise. I'm not a Freemason myself but I suspect the respective initiation ceremonies may bear some similarities.
Jamie rocked as Leyton in the Year 5 school play. (I thought he should've played the part in a thick Ulster accent but he chose to be English. I can't believe he still got the girl).
Charlotte continues to enjoy the never-ending media coverage of the Royal wedding and wonders if she may be next in line. (I've explained that it's Charles followed by William, but she doesn't really understand).
And last night Jamie met the Harlem Globetrotters after an exhibition game at the Leeds Arena. Here he is with Cheese, his favourite player.
Young Master Cheese looked even more lacking in years up close, which made my middle-aged high-five seem all the more inappropriate.
So that's what we've been up to and, with the Bank Holiday weekend rapidly approaching, hopefully there's a bit more fun in the sun to be had.
It might help my thick coating of calamine lotion to finally dry out.