Amongst the myriad of box sizes and shapes our poor postie has been trying to ram through our letterbox over the last fortnight (God bless internet Christmas shopping) this peculiar little item also appeared. It's my new keyring.
Bet you were delighted with that picture. Sorry, I've nothing else to show you right now - I must invest in a new digi camera come the January sales.
And referring of Christmas shopping, I made a rather futile attempt to complete mine yesterday. I took the afternoon off work and drove into town. Which was probably my biggest mistake so far this month. Even more so than that piece of chocolate I ate that I didn't realise Isis had already licked.
I've never seen Aberdeen city centre so busy and indeed it took me an hour simply to find somewhere to park. I must admit I gave up quickly, showing less patience than Luca as he waits for his turn on the trampoline.
Which links us seamlessly to our bruiser. Although not spotted by the nursery assistants yesterday, Luca regaled me with the story as we sauntered through the supermarket last night. It turns out he whacked Michael (one of his best friends) with a toy truck as they stood beside the trampoline yesterday. Again - It appears he and Michael regularly knock lumps out of one another. Should I feel worried or relieved by the fact Luca towers over the other similarly aged boy? I'm not sure.
Mum - you'll remember Michael as the wee shy kid who kept coming over at the sports day earlier this year. Remember, his Dad was one of those who finished behind me in the parents race......
Sorry, that's honestly it's last mention. On a more current note, we have my works Christmas do tomorrow night. It should be a good night, but with Carole not feeling particularly well, major snow forecast and confusion still reigning over how we're getting home my next email may include a few grumbles.
Apart from that our run up to Christmas will most likely be relatively without incident. We have most of our presents ready and wrapped now, with only two presently lost in "Royal Mail" land. Will they arrive in time for Christmas? Guess it depends on whether Santa thinks you've been good this year.
Which theoretically should rule Luca out.
**Useless fact of the day - There are 2 billion children in the world (persons under 18). But since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, or Buddhist children, that reduces the workload by 85% of the total - leaving 378 million according to the Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there is at least one good child per house**
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