Even tying her up and declaring her a crime scene isn't enough to stop her smiling. It's probably ADHD.

Anyhoo, my brother and his family did eventually manage to escape the clutches of Lenny Henry, and make it over to my flat yesterday. I'm not sure if it was the hour we spent playing frisbee in the rain, the massive meal at Frankie & Benny's during which I put back on every pound I've lost in the past three weeks, or just the ridiculous amount of time we spent playing Trackmania, but one way or another, I feel like death warmed up today.

Fortunately we've got a HypnoBirthing class tonight, so I'll get to lie down in a darkened room later. I've also got the day off work, although frankly I could do with a pharmacy flapjack to perk me up right about now.

But physical debility aside, here we are in Queen's Park yesterday afternoon, sheltering from the August weather under a big tree...


From left to right it's the baby, Lisa, my sister-in-law, my brother and my niece. I do have photos which include me too, but unfortunately, due to some kind of mechanical fault with my camera, they all make me look fat.

So in the absence of a dodgy photo or some inspired words, here's some action footage of a major sporting event. I'm the one on the right...

The first thing you'll notice is that I'm a natural at frisbee. The second is that my niece was born to direct. Sadly we didn't capture the moment when the disc flew straight towards my head at high speed, and I ducked out of the way whilst screaming like a girl, but my niece felt that we could recreate it quite easily. As she says herself "You have to actually act". I'm not sure she was completely satisfied with my performance, but she did like the ending.