Term is finished, and I have a stinker of a Christmas cold, just in time for tomorrow. Massive doses of Lemsip, vitamin c and paracetamol are called for; along with hot toddies, hot chocolate, mince pies and hibernating. We're back from a couple of days in the ancestral village, and now locking ourselves in the house until Boxing Day; the cranberry sauce is cooking, the turkey is brining itself, the chestnuts are being heated up in chicken stock, and the turkey giblets are being turned into stock for the gravy tomorrow. All is domestic bliss. For the moment.
From our "travels":
From our "travels":
A cafe has opened up opposite my parents' house, and we took the girls there the other day after feeding the ducks. A babyccino each and a large slice of cake stopped all moaning and tantrums. It's a real gift to the village, even though it does feel funny paying for coffee and being able to see into your front room.
A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.
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