‘Twas the week before Christmas

and not a creature was sleeping at all in our house.

The nappies all stacked by the bin with due care

The baby was hungry,

his mum was too

(What’s new?)

Son 2 had one of his heads…

… I had my meds

D had a scotch

I’ll stop there, terrible lines

It’s been fun.

We’ve provided bed and full board, washing, cooking, wines, carol singing. …. etc in scenes I’m sure repeated in all your homes too.

Counselling service for friends, relatives and indeed some soon to be ex’s. Mmm.

But the best giggle of all is provided by Daughter 1. (D1) .

Daughter1’s mother in law. We entertained her too. She left quickly the night D gave his annual Brexit lecture. But best of all I understand she was so worried about the mastitis she sent a prayer group request round. For the BREASTS!?

Now look, I respect all faiths, creeds and have no wish to offend. But as poor D1 sobbed… now the whole of the Lake District knows about my breasts.

Now breaking taboos about bladders is one thing but breasts  that’s another.

I’ll tell you about bladderations… next update.

Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!