Good Morning to you all, on this fine Christmas morning! I trust you are well?
The time here is 09:18 and if, like me, you are blessed with children then you, like me will have been awake for almost four hours already.
It was a lethal cocktail of ill health and excitement which fuelled our kids, and prevented them from sleeping. Barnaby is suffering from tonsillitis, and has a tonsil the size of one of those fairground ‘test your punching strength’ machines. Plus he is prone to staying awake way too late anyway. Betty is recovering from a chest infection, but is not as poorly as Barnaby – and yet struggled to get to sleep last night due to a variety of ailments, including:
- Poking herself in the eye with one strand from her fibre optic lamp as she bent over to reach her cup of water.
- Having a bone in her arm.
- Having itchy teeth.
- Feeling a pain in her leg, then her arm, then her ear, then her nostril, then her leg again.
- Running herself over with her Barbie camper van.
The upshot of all this medical drama was that Adrienne and I didn’t get to bed until very late, and then had the five and a half hours “sleep” (and I use the term loosely) punctuated at regular intervals by Betty coming in to tell us that she had heard, seen, smelled, or felt something in her room.
Thankfully, 06:00 arrived very quickly, and our two excitable children rushed into our room clutching their stockings, as I fumbled for the tranquilizer gun I had stashed under the bed. Or at least I thought I had……maybe I dreamt it.
The rest is a wrapping paper shredding blur. What I can tell you, is that we all have been very lucky. I am writing this blog on my new tablet – which comes with a connectable keyboard. So I am free to roam the planet, writing rubbish as I see fit.
I hope that you have received lots of wondrous things that make you happy. And of course, I hope you spend today – and every day – in the company of those you love.
Merry Christmas, from me to you.
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