Yes folks, my mother and Derek are safely in our house after landing - equally safely - on the tarmac at Leeds Bradford Airport.
A fun week is planned for them both and sometimes the best laid plans do indeed come together.
One slight fly in the Friday teatime ointment is that R Jamie is teething like he's never teethed before. He's putting a brave face on it but, sadly, he's not flashing his four incumbent gnashers as much as one has come to expect.
Hopefully a potent cocktail of baby drugs, to be administered very shortly, followed by a good night's sleep and the Bradford Lord Mayor's Show in the morning will set him back on track.
And failing that, a convincing win for the British & Irish Lions over the Springboks tomorrow afternoon is bound to do the trick. That would certainly raise my spirits and I'm sure my happiness is equally important to White Jnr as his own.
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