Sorry not sorry

I bought this for my husbands Christmas stocking (yes, we still do them.  My parents advised my husband they were officially handing the duty over to him when he came onto the scene - he dreads it every year).  The problem is that I'm trying quite hard to be organised, which isn't too good when it involves buying chocolate - I think I managed a week of having it in the house.  Sorry husband, I'll try and remember to get a new one. 

We've been to granny and grandpa today, I think we're all getting a little bit addicted to Shaun the sheep, which has become an integral part of any visit. We had an extended stay as I was playing taxi to the husband out on his work Christmas lunch (I picked him up at 4pm, a pretty good lunch).  Rushed home to get ready to go out - and most importantly these days have the boys settled before granny turned up to baby sit.  We had a lovely evening out and met some lovely people from our village (made even the more lovely when they mentioned a Shetland pony they know that needs little boys to ride it - the husband just groaned when that conversation started).