My boy

Waking up this morning was a struggle after last night - I dread to think the state we'd have been in if last nights 3am-KFC didn't happen. The obvious thing to do once we woke up was for 5 of us to pile in to Ry's car... and drive back to KFC (a different one though, mind). One bargain bucket later and we were sorted (ish). The rest of the day consisted of more of the post-Christmas lulling about we've been doing, watching a bit of TV and watching Anchorman (the first time I'd ever seen it!).

The whole family also got involved in a junk modelling competition to see which team could build the best structure to prevent their egg (no hard-boiling allowed) from cracking after a 3m drop. Each team had one sheet of paper, one plastic bag, one serviette, a length of string, four straws, three cocktail sticks, and a length of gaffa-tape at their disposal. I'm pleased to publicly announce a resounding victory for team Ry-and-Bek! Nice one.