It was one of those days when the Small Boy woke at 5am sounding full of cold, and my heart sank because I really want him to enjoy the next few days. Also because we have to venture out again, to buy all the fruit and veg and stuff we forgot yesterday. Yesterday was an expedition to Morrisons, across the field in the snow, pulling our granny-trolley. Not so bad on the way there, very bad on the way back. Thank goodness for my new mittens.
But now all seems to be clear. He is lying on the floor doing an alphabet jigsaw, and I need to go and get dressed. There is a long list of chores for today, and we have to get to the library before 1. Bernard says it must be Christmas soon because there is snow. I say that some people call it Christmas, but we call it Yule. He says they’re the same thing.
Clever boy. About the same feeling here.
Hoping that you enjoy the season, whatever one chooses to call it-