A weekend with your parents

Now I know some bloggers (particularly in America) make a point of writing a soul-searingly honest account of relations with their parents and family, which gets them into all sorts of trouble and causes all sorts of aggro. Fortunately, I have neither cause nor inclination to blog on this basis, particularly since (a) my Dad reads this and (b) if he ever starts his own blog I'm finished, so all I can report is that it (c) was very nice to see my parents this weekend and (d) thanks very much for dinner on Saturday night. If those over 60 and reading this could just refrain from wandering off in the garden centre in future however, that would be appreciated.

It has also been *£$%%$£%$*** cold this weekend, which was a pain as it was the first night in November we have been able to get some fireworks away (Nov 5 was a weekday, rained the first weekend after that, yada yada yada). All I can say is next year I shall simply light a huge bonfire in the garden to keep myself warm at the same time as I propel used rocket husks into next doors garden, lack of firewood and kindling notwithstanding. Neighbours cars...fence at the bottom of the garden...all replaceable in the name of keeping my mits toasty warm.

what else..oh yes..Little Big Planet. Anyone got this yet? Looks like quite good fun, and will probably acquire over Xmas. Whilst we're on the subject, Tot1 has now discovered that the PS3 exists and, what's more, she has also discovered you don't need to be a genius to work the acceleromoter contained in a sixaxis controller (as far as I know, only one person reading this will know what the hell I am on about here). Consequently, she can navigate around TOY HOME rather better than you'd expect. Hopefully, that means someone in this house will one day be able to give Mr Peel a run for his money..