This is what's happening just a few feet away from me as Jamie (hiding behind his piece of paper) and Charlotte join other kiddiewinks in making Vinnie the Fox figures on our last full day here in deepest Northumberland.
Things are a lot different now than 10 years ago.
Because this time precisely a decade ago, I was under a little bit of pressure, struggling to eat my breakfast.
It was our wedding day, you see. And I was a touch on the nervous side. This was not helped by best man Wee John and groomsman Rodney doing all they could to wind me up further. (Some of their language even made me blush).
Over subsequent hours, a drop or two of whiskey was taken in our hotel. Then we bagged a taxi across to another pub closer to the scene where the crime was about to be committed i.e. the church. And so it went on.
As for today, once the Vinnies are completed, we Whites will heading off to a little seaside village to, I dunno, loiter. But there will be champagne later and perhaps quizzical thoughts of where 10 years have really gone.
Hopefully there will be a few more of the same still to come.
