Selection box

Yesterday's seasonal overindulgence left me (predictably) feeling a little worse for wear today.
Luckily we had nothing planned (and anything we had planned, we cancelled) so we had a lovely family day with the very smiley and content Audrey instead. My husband remarked that she was acting completely different to yesterday when it sounds like she was beside herself. For once, I actually think she had missed me (I'm not always convinced).

We pottered about most of the day and got some food in (see butchers blip pic) for over Christmas. Lots of 'really good yet really bad for us' food. I could literally feel my waistline expanding as I unpacked it.

Couldn't resist a selection box either. Brought back so many memories from my childhood. I remember being so excited getting one for Christmas each year and really planning in which order I would eat the goodies inside. Turns out twenty odd years later that it's just a box with a plastic tray in it with some chocolate bars in. Bars that I could easily just buy from the shop any day I like. Bars I shouldn't really be eating on a daily basis if their accumulated calories are anything to go by. Being a grown up is rubbish. That's the second time this year I've had a childhood memory destroyed (see Blackpool tower). I guess my job as a mother now is about making my child's memories and childhood magical instead. Funny how it works isn't it?