It was family gathering time again. Another 65th birthday and the amassing of four children, their spouses and children plus three further children, their brats, bumps and other halves.
It felt like heaven to let EasyJet take us away from storm-lashed Renfrewshire and set us down in Bristol, where the sun was shining.
(And you don’t say that very often about EasyJet)
But shortly after we landed were shedding our jumpers and negotiating the leafy byways of the Cotswolds.
For two and a bit days we ate, drank and lazed and the biggest hazard was standing in swan droppings.
The Panther found a soul-mate or two and took to the water of the ornamental lake leaving some very bemused birdlife and some highly entertained family members.
Serious tennis and table tennis matches were fought. Boy Two elected himself the leader of the gang of cousins and had a ball. Boy One watched a lot of telly.
No one mentioned anything as gloomy and tedious as the credit crunch. A few well chosen words were said and the usual suspects’ got kicked in the leg before they could heckle.
As EasyJet was revving up to drop us back on rain-soaked Scottish Tarmac, we all vowed to do it again... soon.
Any suggestions for the next excuse.