Things we laughed about this weekend

Well, the trip to Northern Ireland was wonderful, as were my sister-in-law's family*, both in general terms, for putting up with me and my sister, and more specifically, for lavishing us with food and drink in abundance.

My beautiful nephew was his usual placid self (I can say that because I've met him three times in his 10-week-long life, not bad for an auntie who lives in another country) and looked fabulous (if highly flammable) in his christening outfit. He took the whole darn shooting match in his tiny stride. It was wonderful.

Here are some of the many things we laughed about this weekend:

1. How I managed to spend over £100 in Monsoon at Stansted Airport - before I'd even reached my destination, dammit.

2. How passengers on the Stansted-Belfast Easyjet flight, mostly stag nights, sung 'Happy Birthday' to a well-known (apparently) boxing coach, who was also on the flight.

3. How FURIOUS our Dad would have been about modern Celebrity Culture, were he alive today. (We also talked in passing about how happy his grandson would have made him, but that's too sad for this list, which is maybe why we didn't talk about it for very long.)

4. How little kids at Mass kept poking me and Daisy in our backs during the service. (We're not from round there.)

5. How the priest (again, no names) made an interesting analogy in his sermon between the London A-Z, search engines, Satnav systems and Jesus.

6. How anyone male and over 60 felt obliged to snooze in armchairs after lunch, including Priest.

It was all SO lovely. And no, in the interests of privacy, I won't being putting pictures up here. But above are some very lovely sandals I bought at Gatwick on the home. Four flights in four days. Tiring, but so totally worth the trip in every respect.

(*Names withheld in interests of privacy and sister-in-law's career. Although if you google 'Twentyman', you may just stumble across her identity in any case, that's all I'm saying.)