Angelic

Yesterday was indeed an angelic sort of day. Emily was roused from sleep at the alarmingly early time of about 7.30 to go with Jon on a winter walk through the churchyard and village woods, via the post office. After she’d recovered from the shock of such an hour, they had a fabulous couple of hours which included bacon baps in the village cafe πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

When they got back, Emily and I spent all morning downstairs with Lulu, planning our Christmas crafts and sorting through/organising the enormous range of craft resources which were stuffed into various drawers, boxes and bags in what passes for our dining room. Well, Lulu wasn’t much help with the organising bit, but she liked swooping down to fly off with the occasional pencil.

Two out of the three Christmas trees are now fully decorated, but have to be re-decorated each morning. Cats. Bless. In our fit of organisation, Emily and I also collated and sorted out Christmas boxes so that the empty ones could back in the loft. Exciting stuff.

Yesterday afternoon, we started on our crafts list and our first efforts were with fimo. Considering that we’re so out of practice, craft-wise, I’m really pleased with the results, particularly with Emily’s angel and her beautiful hair πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

Following that, Jon and I wrestled with some tricky Christmas-presents-and-birthday-presents-versus-financial-meltdown issues, the results of which I’m also pleased with πŸ™‚ Emily’s enjoying her advent calendar boxes, as ever. 1st December was a sparkly, stretchy ring; yesterday was a little badge with Nick Clegg outside Downing Street πŸ˜‰ plus the obligatory chocolates, of course. Wonder what today’s box is hiding?

Real life work continues apace, although I rather wish the snow would go now. We haven’t had any post for ages, which is a pain for a small business. Jon’s only been able to get to the gym once this week, all the spiritualist church meetings were cancelled, Emily’s riding lesson on Monday was cancelled and looks like it won’t be on next Monday either. Lovely snow, don’t get me wrong. But does it have to hang around in such quanitities for so long? 48 hours is plenty, but we’re just coming up for a week now! Go away, snow, and come back between Christmas Eve and Emily’s birthday on the 2nd Jan!

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About nikkielysian

Writer, astrologer, home educating Mum.
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