Only 360 days till next Christmas!

It has been a busy week. Here is how it all went.

We were reunited with Chief Oracle and her lovely family on Christmas Eve. The girls looked absolutely beautiful in the Christmas dresses (complete with festive ribbons in their hair!) and Chief Oracle and her lovely man never looked better. A fine feast was prepared by T and a few hours of scoffing later we all slumped back in our chairs, slightly uncomfortable but happy. The boys dissapeared into the cold dark night to partake in a festive cigar (special consessions were made to allow this) and the girls chattered in the warm indoors (spot the clever ones) till it was half past late and it was nearly time for Santa to arrive. Promises were made that the little ones would go straight to sleep when they got back as this would ensure that Santa could go about his work swiftly and efficiently and be on his way. And T and I retired for our long winter's slumber.

Munchkin was gracious (he obviously thinks that the longer he sleeps the more pressies Santa will bring). He granted us a lie in till 0900 which totally threw us. Breakfast had to be postponed to brunch which we eventually had at about lunchtime. We had to have 2 sessions (with a nap interlude in between) of present opening as Santa had been very kind to Munchkin. I guess as Santa knows who is naughty and who is nice and since Munchkin is only 6 months old, he hasn't had the time nor opportunity to be naughty yet (which I am sure he will make up for in the coming months) Toys, books and clothes galore. Munchkin is a lucky boy and I have told him that all his thank you letters are going to have to be in the post by the end of this week. He is working on it....signed in snot....as he is with cold.

Then disaster! Whilst "row row row your boat" ing with Munchkin, I managed to put my back out.....ON CHRISTMAS DAY! So the rest of the day was spent hobbling about like a little old lady with a zimmer. T had to take over bath duties and all activities lifting related. I could only just about carry out Daisy duties. Sitting was painful, standing was impossible. Thank heavens the grands were arriving Boxing Day.