Watching small son pat the cat and watching her tolerate his exuberance!
The observant will notice there was no day 5. Friday was a "not good day".
So picking up on Saturday: A wonderful girly evening with two friends watching Sex and the City and eating popcorn.
Yummy food and good conversation.
The exuberance of 15 Guides singing carols on a cold and drafty railway station.
The sheer delight of a toddler watching trains come and go.
Friends who love to help out with my toddler.
DH being able to spend some time with said toddler in between job hunting.
Watching my small son play "this little pig went to market" on his dad's toes and when it comes to "this little pig went wee, wee, wee all the way home" trying to tickle himself!
I'm thankful for friends who care.
So as of 1st December Robin is officially redundant. Again. Happy Christmas.
I'm sure he was trying to be helpful but I've just discovered that before he went to bed nearly two hours ago Robin turned off the cooker. So the Christmas puddings that I thought were simmering nicely weren't. Bother, bother, bother, bother, bother. Unparliamentary language!!!
Now I've got to work out whether I should try to boil them again tomorrow or hope they are OK as is.
Memo to self: basic rule - always follow the crucifer regardless of whether they go where you are expecting them to go. Except when it is clearly wrong.
We got away with it but only just - fortunately the Precentor did not actually notice us all have to swap sides as we reached the Octagon!