Work, work, busy, busy, chop, chop! Thus I give you a flower. The flowers are from the girls' visit on Friday. The heads on Saturday were dropping, and not just the flower heads. An asprin sorted everyone out, including the flowers.

The elves are overworked at this time of year and a point of stress often hits around about this time. I've managed to double book two appointments this week so that will be fun, but at least there is sherry on the go.

The boys are not helping either with their little stories here and there. And yet they are so very stupid; was it the stagger on Saturday night or the sick down his shirt that gave him away this morning?! I will have to squeeze in another moment to sit him down for a little chat. Mothers, they know and see all - never be fooled.