The Art of Discovery

Number one wife came home from shopping today to find me using the vacum cleaner. This is what I call good timing. We have got guests coming round and this usually spurs a marathon effort of tidying and cleaning - the one thing a bloke should never say in this situation is "it looks OK to me". This apparently code for "I have no eyes and the standards of a concussed wart-hog. Please remind me of this...."

Anyhoo, had a really good evening. Number on son cooked his trademark dish, Chilli, and we sat around solving the world's problems and drinking (or is that by drinking?).