the day today

The children were beginning to plot each other’s downfalls in earnest by today.  It was a very good job that my friend Kate (yes, Kate from Germany Kate) agreed to come round with her three children.  They were also working out how to assassinate each other.

When you bring together two disparate groups of children with mayhem on their minds, one of two things will happen.  Either they will all murder each other in a gigantic blood bath, leaving you in peace.  Or they will all decide they love each other and go away and play, leaving you in peace.

Either option is good as far as I, and Kate are concerned, although there is more digging and scrubbing involved in the first option.

Luckily our children plumped for the second option, falling on each other’s necks as if they hadn’t seen other children for at least ten years, and then buggering off to play with each other, leaving us alone with the coffee pot and the biscuit tin.

It has been a good day.

I love that they are now of an age where they don’t need constant supervision.  Well, they do (hence the flooded bathroom scenario) really, but you can sometimes get away with shoving your face in the biscuit tin and pretending they are elsewhere.  I think about this sometimes when I get broody for another one.

And then sanity kicks in.

Many biscuits have been consumed today.  At least three cafetieres of coffee have been quaffed, possibly more. I was beginning to get a bit jittery by the time they left so I lost count.  I am probably in for a long and sleepless night, but that’s ok.  I look at it as more time to consume biscuits.

In other news I have finally gotten around to sending all my Christmas gifts.  The ones most people traditionally send before Christmas.  I do like to buck the trend. I am thinking of instigating Januarymas and doing it every year. It is so much less stressful and surely it’s nice to receive presents when you least expect them?

That’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it.

I actually do love getting presents late on in the Christmas or birthday week, it has to be said.  I never mind when people send things late.  I think unexpected presents are generally the best because of that frisson of surprise still attached to them.

I know that when the Amazon goodies I ordered with my sister in law’s Christmas voucher arrived today, and my box of Emma Bridgewater sale treats, it was like a tiny Christmas for me all over again, but without the stress of thinking about things I should be doing instead of ripping into cardboard boxes whilst squeaking like a loon.

I am aware that I have promised pictures of many things and delivered none. I shall get around to it very shortly, or not.  But they will arrive eventually.

Or not.

 

 

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