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Season's Greetings

So, after having forced Firstborn and the Small(er) One to write out Christmas cards to every kid in their class (mean I know but I'm seeing it as great handwriting practice), wrapped up and distributed teacher gifts, stayed sober during the office party (having to do the school run straight afterwards was a fairly persuasive incentive), purchased gifts for one and all (after much dithering, see previous post), turned the house upside down looking for all the crap the kids insist they need over the Christmas break, put the house back together again, turned the house upside down looking for Alpha's driving license, put the house together again, had a mini-breakdown when laptop contracted evil virus, tried to fix laptop, gave up, went to PC World to buy a new laptop (a whole other story, aggghhh never again), had another mini-breakdown trying to configure email, turned air blue in search for passports and packed all our bags, I'm finally ready for Christmas.

We're off the France in the morning for an excess of seasonal jollity with Alpha's clan. Here's to a week of gluttony, sloth and obsessive Trivial Pursuit tournaments.

Merry Christmas, one and all.

Comments

Anonymous said…
...'obsessive Trivial Pursuit'...

You have described 'Christmas' in a nutshell!

Bah humbug indeed and pull up that goosedown duvet around my ears. I am hibernating through it all. Tell them I have 'flu.

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