What do I know?

Mo was down in Manchester yesterday, and had half-promised Matt and Andy that they'd get a present.

When she got back last night, and told me that she'd bought swimsuits for the lads, I scoffed. "Swimsuits? Call that a present? Good luck with that," I may have said.

So when they came running upstairs this morning, excitedly shouting "Dad! Dad! Look what we've got!" I was, frankly, astonished. They then proceeded to strike heroic poses, swimming and surfing their way around the landing. Who'd have thought it?