It's been another busy week for us here. What shall I say? I could tell you about seeking urgent medical treatment for Birdy yet again, over her poorly wheezing lungs this time (thank you Community Children's Health Team - you are all heroes!), but I won't.
I could tell you about going to visit Twinkle in her new home, but I won't . . . well maybe I will just a little bit . . . she called me by her new carer's name throughout the visit. Interesting! She's her usual Twinkly self though.
I could tell you about the annoying thing Birdy's social worker said to me when she called round the other day. I definitely won't.
I'm not talking about any of these things because tomorrow is our English Christmas (in advance of our French Christmas which will take place with more conventional timing). The presents are wrapped and under the tree. The food is waiting in the fridge after some last-minute shopping today. I had planned low-key food but this morning, when I asked OB what he wanted, he asked for 'Christmas dinner'. So off to the supermarket we went and now we have a lot of turkey in the fridge! The kids are sleeping and I'm expecting an early morning present frenzy (punctuated only by another visit from the health team to check Birdy's SATs).
So, for us, Christmas starts now. I'm announcing the commencement of a Christmas Lull. Everything else can do one until I declare the festive season over (probably in about February!).