One of the great benefits of having relatives who live elsewhere in the world is that when they visit they bring strange and exotic gifts. Proper coffee, proper cookies, proper (Tim Horton's) donughts, Lucky Charms. It was a travesty when the chief executive leprechaun decided to discontinue his UK operations a few years ago. I can't bear to thing of all those disillusioned British Austin Powers-watching youths for years to come,

"Daddy, what does he mean? Why is it funny that 'they're always after his Lucky Charms'?"

For those of you who need a pop culture injection - I suggest you listen to this. Shame on you for not getting it first time.

Auntie Kiki is now on a plane going back home. As expected, due to her motivational nature, things started to get done around the house. Things like rearranging the kitchen with Mother at 1am in the morning with only a double scotch and the cat. Yes, it sounds mad, but when Auntie Kiki is about, the Higgs household operates differently.

We went out for a Chinese last night in Redditch. The place was really nice, and the food was pretty fantastic. Auntie Kiki bid her farewells to spend her final night with another aunt and uncle and the rest of us came home. And that's the end of the half term week. We even get an hour more sleep tomorrow as an extra bonus.