I've been flicking through some pictures taken over the weekend and came across this one of Jamie with Big John Cottrell.
The Cottrells and Vanessa's family go back a long way after surviving a period living as yokels in a Norfolk village many years ago.
We all meet up a handful of times a year and John, his wife Sally and mum Sylvia were up on Saturday on Sunday to attend the wedding party I mentioned, followed by a get together the following day.
I spent a chunk of Sunday afternoon working on my sitcom script - up to seven scenes now - whilst everyone else went for a walk.
The big news of the weekend was that John and Sally are due to become parents in April and, as such, John wanted to get a bit of practice in.
Unbelievably, that's not a doll attached to John's person, it's our son who clearly felt very relaxed with his new carer.
It certainly looks like the dad-to-be will be a master of his craft.
By the way, the Yorkshire Post ran my letter today so that's three out of three. It'll still make no difference to the quality of service but at least I can now be fairly sure that someone, somewhere at Northern Rail must surely be getting it in the neck. Hopefully at least.