Wee John only checked-out yesterday morning, but already the White House Hotel is preparing to welcome its latest guests: my mum and her friend Sarah are due with us around 5pm today. Oh, and they're staying for a week (yup - that's seven whole days).
Whilst it'll obviously be very nice to see them, it'll also be handy to have two extra pairs of hands to help with Jamie duties. The little fella continues to struggle with his teeth and now has a cold as heavy as John Prescott.
I'm still a little bit under the weather myself after a particularly fine Wednesday afternoon and early evening trip to the pub with Wee John - followed by some more refreshment on our return home. Vanessa was "delighted" by our frivolity which, as luck would have it, was partially captured by the PR team from Leeds radio station Radio Aire.
Wee John got on especially well with the promotional girls, Chloe (left) and the other one whose name I forget, during their visit to The New Inn in Farsley.
And I had a snap taken with one of the few people I've ever beaten at pool.
His friend - a squaddie soon to be posted to Afghanistan - was definitely called John. But sadly, the name of my defeated opponent has also escaped me.
Another clear sign of a good night.
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