Please excuse my exuberance, but I have just single-handedly managed to get my parent’s broadband back up and working. Boo-yeah! *gratuitous pelvic thrust time*

You would understand my position if you could see the set up here in my parent’s study: it’s an intestinal tract of cables, of the likes I haven’t seen since Adam’s famous LAN parties at university.

So, anyway, we’re home. And it’s been nice, although for the first few days, with ratty kids and hot weather I was beginning to wish I hadn’t gone away at all. But it’s settled down now and I can relax a bit.

But not now, as I’ve got a girl with a dirty nappy and a boy being waved in front of my face by a grandad who doesn’t know what to do with him anymore.

Back later!