Christmas cactus

The French Christmas Cactus is outdoing itself to live up to its name. The British one (offspring of my mum’s plant) is sulking until March, as usual.

A fabulously lazy/busy day. By which I mean I did loads, but at my own pace. More present wrapping, some tidying, baking and marzipanning.

This evening Mr B pushed against the boundaries of my omnivorousness with a feast of lobster (with homemade mayo!) I edge ever closer to the re-acceptance that eating creatures is not nice.

After which, a website random charades generator provided hours of fun, with the dual shock news that our kids love charades, and Team Girl is in a bit of trouble. And there appears to be no category charade for podcast. Most fun night for the longest time. Stress was visibly falling away from Mr B and I. Kids are great.