The first of December never fails in getting Lily all excited as she gets to open her advent calendar. I thought she would have grown out of it by now, but she ran down the stairs as soon as she got up to open it this morning. She carefully explained to Max how it works, but he was still sorely disappointed at only opening one of the doors.
The first of December also means happy birthday to my little bro' Andrew, 19 today! Grosses bises xxx
And the first of December this year means I can finally say we're coming home this month!! I can't wait, although slightly stressed I won't get a chance to see everyone I want to as we're only here for nine days. I'm also a bit stressed that I won't get a chance to fit in a Chinese from Yangtze River, an Indian from the Shahenshah, Pantrini's Fish n Chips, a Nando's and a three course Sambuca's over the duration of the visit. I'm finding life tough without a decent takeaway!
It's been a tiring week without Stu here to help with the kiddas, but he's back now. His bag, however, didn't make it back. Seriously. This is the third time in about five months that BA have just totally failed to load his bag onto the plane. We're flying EasyJet on the 21st, so fingers crossed that they're a bit more competent, although you would think that BA would be the experts at that type of thing.
He brought us all a lovely gift from his travels, which he'd fortunately kept in his hand luggage. Mine was some very nice Clarins cream to combat the wrinkles I've managed to develop over the past three months, probably through a combination of stress, sun and sleepless nights.
The cold weather is supposed to be setting in this weekend, which is good and bad. Good because it means the snow will arrive on higher ground so we can start the skiing and sledging, but bad because I hate being cold and it limits what I can do with the boys during the day.
Wish they would entertain themselves like this all the time!
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