At the weekend in Swindon, it was family reunion time. I've not seen my sister, brother-in-law and the kids since Christmas, and they're now back from Chicago where they've been living for the last year. They were due to be in America for two years, but due to job changes, they're back in the UK earlier. I think they've got mixed feelings about the early arrival back. It was lovely to catch up with them all, and my parents and my other sister and brother-in-law Andy (pictured after a few too many bubbles) who were also there were wonderful hosts as always. Many stories to tell, many photos to view and much to much to drink.
My two-year old son Oscar was the centre of attention racing around at 100mph, and pre-occupied with a paddling pool in the garden to soak his two cousins which he had much delight in doing.
So how long will the hot weather last? Do we take a family trip to the beach, only to be sat in a massive long queue because everyone has the same idea when the sun's out.
Friends and colleagues of mine must be kicking themselves, after having forked out to go to Spain/Turkey/Greece for their summer holiday only to realise they can get the same hot sun for free back home. DOH!
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