Happy New Year

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.