On the First day of Christmas.....

Three events which sum up the Davies run up to Christmas:

Firstly I found myself seriously loosing my Christmas cool by giving a stranger a good telling off. His misdemeanor was to drive fast and reckless around a garage forecourt which crosses a pedestrian right of way. When I challenged him on his ability to stop if a child ran across to go to the shop and said (slightly childishly) 'You lot think you're clever with your big cars' he replied (stupidly) 'Why don't you buy one and stop walking around then'.

Secondly, one of my lovely offspring doused the bed with wee at exactly 1.45 on Christmas Eve. Then with all the wondering of Santa, t-mobile kindly offering us a game , and Lawrence deciding he needed to join the nocturnal party, I finally found sleep at near 4am. With Christmas day commencing at exactly at 6.50.

Thirdly we had Christmas dinner without parsnips or sprouts. We left it until Christmas Eve and decided to shop local.

Snow, sick and singing.

Dressed for a snowy wintry night, children in bed, baby sitter happy with a bottle of wine, we reached for the door........Evelyn managed to choose that precise moment share her Christmas school party food with the carpet. She has always been good at sharing food treats. We stayed in and ate yet another Chinese, trying to forget the smell of rancid cheese.

This morning Ev still worse for wear was bundled out the house to take her crucial role in the school play. She made a perfect partridge in a pear tree, and I wished I had a better view and my arms were not aching with lard boy, I may have been able to shed the expected tear....

Despite my lack of maternal emotion the kids have done it, that and a dusting of snow, they have managed to make me feel a little excited for the festive period ahead. However I might be giving the Cheeseboard a miss.

Well that's all Folk's

For some reason or another it has been pretty difficult finding the Christmas spirit this year. However with so little time to go I have been waking up (or is that coming to?) and giving myself a festive kick out of bed and started to make some effort. We have an array of festive Christmas cardboard puds the kids have assembled lovingly, and some slaved over sparkly snowflakes, but I have to confess my real festive favourite is this picture which dons our Christmas cards. Which sums it all up really.

What Lawrence Wore

I have 25 seconds to go....... Speed blogging excuse the mstkes!

I have followed with equal amounts of envy and disgust the happenings of 'What Katie Wore' and I feel I should add my own homage to a Lady who obviously has much more time, energy and resources available than to my own fair hand. However I have a son who quite unwittingly out shines Katie by having on average 3 changes a day as apposed to Katie's meagre one complete outfit; this of course is due to projectile vomit and squashy poo than being a well off, sponsored fashionista,but none the less.

Today Lawrence is dressed as Santa, courtesy of George, with Miss Mouse to accompany his velvet soft outfit.... Cute face, model's own.

C is for Knife attack

We have just come back from the most unchristmassey Christmas Fair ever. I feel like I have lost two hours of my life which are never to be recovered. I smelt a rat as soon as I walked through the doors, greeted by posters advertising the 'S factor', some nonsense about science demonstrations, Christmas and Science I suppose it could be feasible. No it wasn't.

If Christmas is about sticking a few tables around the edge of a cold business like hall without so much of a sneeze of tinsel, this fair had it. If Christmas is about six stalls, one of which consisted of graphic images of a mangled arm after a knife attack, this fair had it. We could talk at length at what it didn't have, instead close your eyes imagine your Christmas Fairs of yesterday year, then give yourself a big corporate, half arsed, second rate slap in your face and that's more like what we got!