Oooh vag, poor little chap, I winced just reading about it. Interesting snippets I'm learning about people as I read this. My children also have unfeasibly long eye lashes which they get from their father 
PD you and me both - I was arranged in a relaxed manner on the playroom sofa earlier and realised my tummy was doing something unattractive so I'm back on the wagon from today. With all the madwoman stuff lately I haven't had the strength of will to be good, and we now have no less than THREE bottles of Pimms in the house (having an 18yr old stepson who works in a supermarket has its advantages, though we'd rather he was penurious student) but I was having a thin day yesterday and felt really good, so must keep that feeling in mind. DH said the most ridiculous thing the other day: "you really don't balloon and shrink in the way that you think you do" - duh!
Minor irritants this morning included discovering some arse had put a loo roll down in a puddle of water, so said loo roll was a soggy mess this morning and was, of course, the only loo roll in the bathroom
Of course, had the person who cleaned the barbecue grill shelf thingies last night cleaned up after themselves (this is in our cavernous downstairs loo with the utility room sink in it) then it wouldn't have happened. One of the hardest things about having older children is that they're eminently capable of doing a great deal, but they do it differently from you, and it's a fine line to tread between being grateful for the help but getting antsy because it hasn't been done properly. Must get out more.
Speaking of which glad to hear yesterday was fun. I haven't used FB for a couple of years now after someone hacked my account, used my pwd to get into my PayPal account and put through a £300 transaction. I know I miss a lot of photos and natter but I'm not risking all that again. I know, stupid of me to have the same pwd for FB and PP. We have an FB page for the business but I'm very puritanical about that and don't do anything personal.
Anyway, can hear DH is out of the bathroom so my turn. En-suites are lovely, but an en-suite each is what I aspire to!