…herself, in the flesh, instead. The Gang’s been totally pre-occupied this last super-extended weekend with a whirlwind visit from Sammy Jo. She flew in and out with such breathtaking alacrity that all we could do was make the most of it and party hard. So much so that the only snaps are the odd morning after shots, and quiet recovery sessions at the beach…

We did manage to squeeze in a quick dash to the ‘Berra for Something in the Air. More of that later.

Meanwhile Sammy Jo’s already winging her way back to the Road to Mandalay – and we’ve all settled back into our quiet country comforts (the slippers, the fire, and the bloodless Kev coup…)