picture taken by my dad, here's his design page on Facebook

I recorded the podcast yesterday so I had none of the pressure that usually grabs me on a Sunday morning to get it recorded before I head out. Mandi took Jack out to the park while I uploaded this week’s effort and did the usual tweeting and Facebook shouting, and we were ready for lunch. This week saw probably our smoothest move from the bed to the door ever, as we wanted to get to my dad’s early because my sister and her sons were coming down to visit for the day. Mary came down with her two youngest boys Harrison and Arthur, James couldn’t be arsed getting out of bed apparently. This was a shame as he recently turned eighteen and I was quite looking forward to taking him to the pub for grown up booze. Dominic, my brother-in-law was working away so couldn’t make it so it was just the two little ones. We had a lovely family Sunday lunch with Mary and the kids, dad, and Nana, and had decided not to bring Jack along as usual because he tends to get a bit excitable around too many people, (he got very amorous with Harrison’s leg last time, and thankfully Harrison is too young to know what he was actually trying to do).

It was nice to spend some time with my nephews because I didn’t spend a lot of time with James as we was growing up so this is a chance to be a proper uncle to the two youngest boys. After lunch Mandi went shopping and my dad and I went for a walk around the Forest with Mary and the boys. Although Arthur doesn’t usually go to anyone other than his mum he did eventually let me pick him up from the swings, and Harrison enjoyed a good go on the see-saw with me. It is ages since I was on this play area, a place Emily used to enjoy when she was little. My sister and I transported ourselves back to our childhood with a highly competitive go on the swings in which we tried to get the highest and gauged our height by calling out what we could see over the bar.

Even better than a family Sunday with my two brilliant nephews was the news that greeted me when I arrived home, ITV3+1 were screening On The Buses*, the first film spin-off of the 1970s sitcom I have already declared my love for on this blog. Although parts of the film were familiar to me, I can’t remember seeing the whole film so probably recognised certain sequences from one of those comedy compilations that ITV used to put on when it was raining. Mandi went into the other room while it was on as she can’t stand it, despite my trying to convince her to watch it with me. My story about it being totally different in tone to the TV series and directed by George Lucas wasn’t believed so I was left to watch it on my own.

*I was joking about the film being better than my nephews are by the way.

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