I returned from Cardiff yesterday a little "fatigued" and therefore didn't update this rubbish. And I still don't feel sufficiently energised to go and find my camera even now, never mind the lead that goes with it. So I'll wrap up Wales next time (if I can find enough paper......come on it's late).
However, whilst I'm here, I'll quickly share this with you.
Owing to Jamie's bout of illness last week (from which he's now thankfully well on the way to a full recovery) I worked at home on both Thursday and Friday (and, yes, I DID work - thank you very much).
And a bizarre thing happened. It was shortly after 10am on Thursday and, as I tapped away on this very keyboard, I heard an ice cream van drive past playing the theme to Batman. How odd, I thought. It was early November, the kids were in school and, whilst I'm no Lord Sugar, it didn't appear to me to be the ideal selling climate for ice cream.
I then forgot about the episode, until the very same thing happened at the very same time on Friday morning.
Again, I didn't see the van itself but the Batman theme was blasting away as before.
At this point Vanessa, who was preparing to depart for a midwife's appointment (hence the need for me to be around to look after Jamie), passed by the door.
"How much ice cream is that joker expecting to sell?" I asked in a smart arse kind of way, not expecting an answer.
"What do you mean?" replied wifey. "Ice cream?"
"Yes," I said. "He was doing the same thing yesterday. Can't you hear him? He's playing the Batman theme. It's an ice cream man."
"That's not an ice cream man!" Vanessa rattled back, dryly. "That's Bapman - he goes around the offices. He's selling sandwiches!"
I tell you what, it's all happening in these parts.