Better stats. But for that I’m going to have to write something, aren’t I? However, this post must be brief because I should really be:
putting Hugh’s trousers back on
and preventing him from drawing in crayon on the walls of my parents’ staircase
and checking that Frank isn’t investigating the scraps bucket again
and wrapping the little shopping trolley we have bought him (shhh) in an extremely large amount of wrapping paper. Any tips on how to cover wheels?
and finishing my work email, which has piled up while we travelled over to England
and buying some stamps and sending my Christmas cards at last – though at this stage I might do better to save them for next year
and blowing my nose, because I have a cold
and blowing Hugh and Frank’s noses, because so do they
and having a mince pie. Because I owe it to my mum to show proper appreciation of her cooking, don’t I?
But we are having a happy time. Merry Christmas!