We didn’t get anything done over the past couple of days because Darling Wifey’s ex-boyfriend came to visit – with his wife and delightful nearly-two-year-old son. The ‘ex-boyfriend‘ bit is quite funny – it happened when they were teenagers and had known each other so well for so long that it just didn’t work. They were too embarrassed to snog! Ahh – bless.

Being friends with someone never stopped me. I tried to snog every girl I knew in school. Not that I succeeded very often, but it does give me a small opportunity to poke fun. OK, so my percentage hit-rate isn’t as good as hers and I got a reputation for trying it on – but I was never too embarrassed to get a snog! And I’m still not!

Anyway, I digress. The aforementioned ex (known by my Father-in-Law as “Igor” because of his excessive height) is also Little Madam’s Most Adored Godfather. And Tiny Flirt thought it was fantastic having a friend in the house just a couple of months younger than him. 48 hours of partying. (Little Nutter shut himself in his room in disgust. He absolutely refused to socialise, and only came out when we showed him his coat and a photo of the National Railway Museum.)

Tonight was good. I walked the dog, Darling Wifey contacted some friends of hers from the USA and persuaded them to include York in their whistle-stop tour of England – she’ll drive down to Cambridge tomorrow to collect them – and then we sat and read books while the ice melted in our G&Ts.

Tomorrow, I have to cancel the floor-sander I had booked for the front room as we cannot afford a new carpet and the old one is hideous. At least with varnished floorboards the substances deposited there by puppies and Little Nutters is easily cleaned off. However, we will be playing host to an assortment of Scots and Americans (did I say that Helen was popping in as well? So cool!) so the DIY is off and instead we spent a small fortune in Betty’s, the best café in York. Cakes all round.

Then, at the weekend, it’s the New Year. More visitors. Another one of Darling Wifey’s old schoolfriends who is now a vicar, his wife and (this is another coincidence) his ex-girlfriend.

It’s going to be a good evening. I can feel it in my bones.