Good evening from our driveway where I am squeezing every skin-burning millisecond out of Yorkshire's annual three-day allocation of sunshine. How blessed we are.
Yes, spring has sprung and summer will soon be on its way out here in Leeds.
To be fair, this was our back garden last Friday morning so the locals should be grateful that I've had the chance to get my legs out at all this year.
So, yes, our sunny day. Well, we had a family barbecue (obviously) followed by traditional summer sports in the garden.
Charlotte won the pool competition.
But Jamie levelled things up with a clean knock-out in round three of the bare knuckle boxing final.
I'll be back in my jumper again tomorrow.