This weekend we are in Manchester visiting Tom's brother & his wife and our two lovely nieces, one of whom is 9 weeks old. It's a lovely break from being in Bristol and being away makes me realise how many habits i've fallen in to and out of. It's a good jolt to the system to wake up again and not let routines lead me into complacency anymore.

I saw something funny the other day, another little commentary on quirky life-things and I can't for the life of me remember what it was. Annoying as I remember at the time thinking that I should bllog about it. I guess older-age brings with it loss of memory, which can be inconvenient at times (and convenient at others!).

Next week Tom and I, along with the rest of my dad's side of the family are off to the south of France for my dad's 60th birthday. I am very much looking forward to speaking French, being warm and generally chilling out, let alone being able to eat some lovely food! Good, although busy, times.