New Year shenanigans, kitchen update and more...
Oh goodness gracious, the month is almost away! Where oh where does it go? Although with the return to school and activities and tea dates time has flown by. I tell you the social life of my three completely overshadows mine... come to think of it what social life?!
Having had a husband who has careered down all the mountains in Switzerland this week and left us fending for ourselves (and yes I did forget to put the bins out), the house remained spick and span, the bed made and aside from a few yells in the morning as we repeatedly failed at our morning routine to get out of this house and off to school punctually and calmly (top tips gratefully received please oh wise ones) we have made it through, and hopefully an intact husband will arrive and normal life, whatever that may be, will resume.
The fear of injury for him, nay death if I am completely honest as I am dramatic and spend time 'what-ifing much to Dans disgust was somewhat explainable and allowable this time as my poor, poor, poor, poor mummy has broken her leg and ankle and as you may remember 'twas two years ago that she broke both ankles.
Before you cast aspersions and question her glorious nature NO she wasn't tipsy and NO she doesn't have weak bones, she's just sadly terrifically unfortunate, and will be utterly mortified that I have told you, so nice speedy get well wishes may soften the blow.
We did laugh though as when I told the children Tom looked horrified, he was so worried for her and asked if it had fallen off? Out of the mouth of babes, you can't beat it.
So, number one priority is news from the fracture clinic and number two is a safe return of handsome yet no doubt shattered husband, who as you know will wish to sleep and recover.
Fat chance as I'm leaving early for work and I said he had to unpack his ski gear on day one and not week four like last year. He'll be positively adored by three small ones who have counted the hours till they have him back... so a peaceful few days ahead, not!
New Year shenanigans…
Just to shatter the handsome bit re Dan (Ali Young in particular if you're reading!), have a peek at our New Year themed gathering this year - come dressed as your Mum or Dad.
Well Ken Paves you were our hero as Dan transformed into my mummy and I was her when she was about 36 we reckoned, complete with her dress and her cape.
We did laugh and as you can see the spirit of the theme was fully entered into, as it was last year when we did 'come as an 80s pop star' - Cher! Just in case you weren't getting it and yes, it's moi - we were hysterical that night as George Michael, Adam Ant, Bonnie Tyler and Kate Bush joined Cher and Lionel Richie on the karaoke!
This year was a tad more civilised as we tucked into Audrey's delightful meal and Anne's tart, Anne being Russ's mother. What is it about boys, give them a chance to don a pair of tights and they're off!
So much for a kitchen and chandelier for Christmas. Well I had part of it and it seems tomorrow I'll have handles. Bending down to open every single one every single time is a nightmare. Which actually was how getting to this stage actually was and the words "It was the DUST your honour" would've been the headline in the paper as afore mentioned handsome was found in mysterious circumstances. Handsome may be a dubious title having seen the transformation into his mother-in-law!
But oh, time and Oreks and Dysons mean the pre-Christmas chaos has softened in my memory and the faith is still with me. Plus I've found a lovely fabric for my windows which always makes me happy - I do love my soft furnishings.
So soon a completion shot for you, in the meantime just to restore Dan to his rightful title of 'gorgeous' I leave you with a picture I was given yesterday from three years ago. My friend forgot she had it - two of my boys. Aaaaaah, made my heart sing.
Lots of my love and I look forward to chatting back to you all, and may this year be happy, safe and healthy for all of you and your loved ones.