Today we went to Tiggers, home with N (and kids I and J), H (and F) via the Workhouse Coffee Shop, then N left, then we had lunch, then H left, then Fiona came, then another H came (with D and R), then Fiona left, then H left, then I fell over ded.
Almost all of our 40 essential Christmas cards are done, leaving only the "it would be nice but no-one will cry if we fail" ones.
The packing is almost done, too. At least, all the essential clothes have been assembled. I'm packing for a month but may only be gone a week. Le sigh.
Nanny McPhee is a good film but terrified poor Linnea horribly and I swear I will never again trust a U rating. In future I will always preview films for her. I feel dreadful about it.
If I loved my girls any more the whole damn town would explode and rain back down as marigold petals. Which would really be something, in December.
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I expect all parents make that mistake once. I remember the time my parents made it. I tried to hide under my seat in the movie theater.
My dad took me and my sisters to see Snow White when I was about 8 and my youngest sister was 3. He had to take her out of the cinema in the end, she screamed every time the wicked queen appeared on screen.
the guide book said it was suitable- and really it was, we just got madam on a bad day.
Do let me know when the marigold petals happen, that wold cheer the place up no-end ;-)
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