Surrender

That's this week's guest gone. Now, back to normal and the usual domestic juggle.

Caught myself saying "I bloody love that man!" to my 6 yr old today, whilst pointing at a picture of a certain besideburned-cyclist today. Here's a tune that I'm sure he'd approve of.

[Note: There were other pictures today of me, in direct homage to the above man, with recently-shaved face, big Wellers (as we used to call 'em in my schooldays) still intact but they weren't the best. I tell you, in 11 years time when he's my age, he may well be wondering at the amount of grey in his whiskers too]