It seems that Christmas is really coming – all of a sudden, as it seems to these days. Not much time to blog, so here’s a short explanation of the title!
Tree drama. We had our annual row and bickering match while dragging the old buggy up to the garden centre for a tree and found the centre had no trees left! A phone call to B&Q found they had sold out too. Dani phoned the lovely, local delivery people and they had one little, storm damaged tree left. We have given it a home in our living room. It looks fine now it has lights and decs on.
Bouncing grandmother. My mum’s partner got knocked down by a car, while in search of nice whiskey to give my mum for Christmas! According to an observer she did a somersault and landed on her back. She is battered and bruised but otherwise uninjured. We are very relieved it wasn’t worse.
Living room painted. Dani and I worked like loons over the weekend to get the walls in the living room done. They are a warm gingery/orange/terracotta and it is super cosy in our basement now.
We are skint and doing the cash flow juggle over Christmas – but I guess that is inevitable if you go in for work as extensive as that we’ve had done. Pressies are on the credit card but we don’t do debt, so we have to make sure we’ve got enough to pay it all off at the end of the month. I get paid tomorrow, which is good.
Dead king. I took the kids to
A local home edder had got us group rates, which made it affordable. It was at the O2 arena thingy, where I’d never been before. I allowed way too much time to find it (it is quite large and unmissable!) and it was cold, even inside the dome, so we were pretty desperate to get in to the warm once our time slot came round. We all enjoyed it. The kids took extensive notes (all day, actually – including details from the train) and made sketches. The journey home in the rush hour was less enjoyable but we got home to some food (thanks, Dani x) and now the kids are tucked up in warm beds.
Dani has gone to her knitting group – and I need to go and give the great bowl of mincemeat a stir…
Oh, and here's the kids on the meridian.