Yes, it's been an entire calendar month since I last updated this drivel, although I suspect you haven't even noticed.
Since Boxing Day, we've done a few bits and pieces including a week on the drink in Northern Ireland. (Only Vanessa and me, to be fair. Jamie and Charlotte are doing Dry January).
After a fun New Year's Eve, Granda and I took Jamie for his first game at the home of football.
The Bannsiders even managed a thumping win.
Accompanied by their Auntie Vicki, we visited the home of a famous Norn Iron resident. First name Pat (which I didn't know). Second name Tayto.
And did we leave with any crisps? Er, yes. 75 packets. courtesy of Mr Tayto himself.
We had a trip around night time Belfast.
And some more drink was drunk before Vicki left for home.
It was then back to the North Coast where Jamie made a return trip to Coleraine Social, sorry, Football Club.
It's been relatively quiet since then, other than a burst of shameless publicity to promote our part-sponsorship of next weekend's inaugural Aireborough RUFC Beer Festival. (More on that anon).
Until yesterday, that is.
We spent last night in a Premier Inn close to Manchester's Trafford Centre.
And today, you join me at the nearby iFly indoor skydiving centre.
We all had a go in November, as I documented
here.
Vanessa and I quickly made the decision to retire on a high (can you see what I did there?)
But him and her are here to have another go.
This was Jamie’s first flight just a few moments ago.
And this was Charlotte’s.
There will be no talking to them on the way home.
