Day 112......almost forgot to write this.

Day 112......almost forgot to write this.

3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.

Well, well, well, here I am at four thirty in the afternoon and I have just realised that I didn't write anything about yesterday.
Now, perhaps that's because there isn't very much to write as I never made it over-the-door but I need to at least tell you that fact, right? Or not.
What in heavens name did I do yesterday? I know that I made a few Christmas cards on my little paint programme that I am really enjoying. I have however discovered that they may need 'expanded' when opened by the recipient otherwise they look like they've been cut-off. If you haven't sent me your email and would like a masterpiece, send me it via FB or my website at www.bachflowerconsultsonline.com and you may just get a wee Angel or two, sent across the pond, with love.
The house is a bit of a bombsite and I know that tidy-up-time is near. There are decoration-making materials around the place and also lots of Ali's paperwork from school. I had planned to get her to move it all downstairs when we got our Christmas tree but now that we are sticking with the wee one, that corner is no longer needed.
Our forecast for snow at Christmas has changed to rain......hopefully it will change back. The temperature has begun to plummit again and I think that it'll be too cold for rain. Brr. The house isn't too bad, temperature-wise. It must be feeling better after a month of heating and is retaining the heat for longer. Good old brick. Takes ages to warm -up but it does keep the heat in....eventually.
We continue with our Christmas movie-fest and watched the second 'The Santa Clause' one last night. Tim Allan at his best. We are getting the movies from the library, just like borrowing a book. Jen just looks online and orders the ones we want. You get a week to watch them. She is going to take the first three back tomorrow and get the third one in 'The santa clause' series to watch on the weekend.
I still need to ask Andrew if there's any of the 'big' Christmas movies that he wants to watch with us, over the hols. We already watched one of his favourites because we didn't know it was-oops.
Well Folks, I need to cut this one short because I have to go get myself tarted-up for Donny Osmond. Jen is chumming me to go see the Donny and Marie Christmas show, which is getting rave reviews (honest) and to which I was given two tickets for my birthday in April, by Bill.
I will tell you all about it, tomorrow.
Much Love,
Lxx