Well, folks, sadly this is farewell. Actually, I’m not sad, I’m bloody chuffed, because we’re off to sunnier climes for Christmas and I’ll be thinking of you all while I’m roasting my fat bits on the beach. Our suitcases are packed: kaftan (to hide aforementioned fat bits: check, flip flops: check, bikinis: check, vast pile of anti-malarial tablets: check), B is off tonight to spend her Christmas with Auntie J, the lucky girl, complete with the cake, which I have to say turned out rather well (oh, but don’t eat the chocolate covered coffee beans on the top – they taste disgusting) and I’m sure she’ll have a lovely Christmas with J & C and all their doggies. I can’t wait to see my Mum and spend two weeks getting completely bladdered on cocktails (not in front of the children, obviously), swimming, having fun with the boys and Hubby, talking a load of total rubbish and reading the big mountain of books I’ve packed.
Wishing you all a wonderful Christmas, with lots of fun, food, family, festivity and..er..other things beginning with f.
See you in 2007! Mwah xxxx
PS: Note to burglars: we have house-sitters, and enormous, ravenous mice, with fangs, and anyway I’m taking the only pair of earrings I possess with me. xx