why didn't anyone remind me of the folly of having a 'late' night?
Had a great night out, father and step-mother babysitting but got home to find both children up (am slightly suspicious about this as it seems to almost only happen when they're babysitting and desperate to see them--
)
by the time, we got everyone in their relevant places and rella roo fed, it was 1ish.
probably no coincidence that F is annoying the life out of me this morning.
and today, i'm back off into london to meet a friend for lunch. hopefully i'll wake up a bit by then.
anyway, re your willy stories - F provided me with a great one this week which i kept forgetting to tell you:
he was in his bed having his quiet time before his nap, i went in to tell him it was time to sleep and saw him sitting there, nappy off, legs akimbo and squashing his willy between his thumb and finger and using it to press the buttons on his calculator 
pleased you're feeling a bit better vik - keep posting
oh and for the record, i LOVE pasta, in pasta bake or anything really.
tsc (gosh, nearly typed your actual name then
) it doesn't taste all the same if you put stuff in it!