Pre-Christmas Partying


It's typical - you don't go out from one month's end to the next and then all of a sudden you're inundated with nights out. Not that I'm complaining... We've been out in Newbury with the Micro Focus lot for beers and a curry, followed by my girlie night out with Tessa which finally came to an end at 4am the following morning after huge amounts of wine and some dreadful dancing to Tight Fit (there is no excuse). Onwards and upwards to our first village party later the same day, where I managed to down a glass of chilled red and a couple of sausage rolls while the children ate or destroyed as much of the Christmas tree as possible. An hour was enough. We fled.


In the meantime rehearsals for William's nativity continued apace, culminating in the final show on Friday which both Eddie and I and Richard and Sonya attended; standing on tables at the back to try and catch a glimpse of our little sheep. Easier said than done with a sea of frantically photographing parents jostling for position in front. As the curtain closed we fled the scene for the Craven Arms, pork scratchings and liquid refreshment. Will's cup literally ranneth over.




The week ended on Saturday with our champagne cocktail party - huge fun all round and a good bop to finish. The way forward.



Alas what I hoped was just a hangover on Sunday ended up with me laid up in bed for most of the day and I fear flu has finally caught up with me. There is absolutely nothing more hideous than being ill and having to look after small children. I have struggled through today and am praying that after another lemsip, a hot bath and early bed, tomorrow will bring a better day.

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Lowly said…
i will show mother the photo of Will in his sheep outfit. Baaaaa.
17 December 2008 at 07:03
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