Only me.
Yes, exactly a week after arriving on my father's doorstep for Jamie's christening followed by several days careering around Ireland North and South, the Whites have arrived back at base camp in Pudsey.
And what a week it's been. Indeed, other than a few days of dodgy weather and - sadly, much more seriously - the fall-out from the horrible murder in Coleraine on Sunday night which has cast such a dark shadow across my home town, it couldn't have gone much better.
After saying goodbye to my family (Jamie's new Godfather Sebastian is pictured with him above), his Godmother Vicky, other Godfather Wee John, Vanessa, his lordship and I headed down to Wee John's family's holiday home near the Irish border on Tuesday afternoon.
Located on Boa Island (yes, a real island) in County Fermanagh, it is quite a place with more bedrooms, toilets and showers than even the Queen would require. One would hope.
With Jamie's Grandma Judy and Granddad Mike joining us from stage six of their ongoing holiday to literally hold the baby whilst the rest of us "youngsters" (we wish) played, we took in Donegal Town...
...St John's Point...
...Rossnowlagh...
...Lusty Beg...
...and, on each occasion, went straight home afterwards for a cup of tea and a slice of Jamie Cake. All very civil, very relaxed and nothing untoward happened at all.
And if you believe that, loyal readers, you'll be believe anything. Unfortunately, I now have the grass to cut before the British & Irish Lions run out for the first game of their South African tour at 2pm. Oh, and then there's the FA Cup Final at 3pm - thank goodness for Sky+.
But, if you care to come back tomorrow, I'll tell you some of the fun stuff then.
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