Yule Tide Greetings xxx

Well I was just saying to a friend, it’s all a bit of a blur really!

I’m like Dr Doolittle’s Pushmepullyou, very topical at the moment as Grandad has just introduced the boys to the stories and they are wonderful.

I think I’ve done everything, I think everything is in order, I think all the plates are spinning, but I have a nagging feeling that I’ve forgotten something!

I got scammed again, will I ever learn? Harry fell in love with these Emo robots on TikTok and I thought BARGAIN at £25 a pop when they’re being sold for £250, yes, I know, anything that seems to good to be true probably is.

Well I still waited with great expectation and followed the tracking from Hong Kong daily. Apparently the two robots arrived yesterday, what I in fact received was one gawdy bracelet that even Del Boy would be ashamed to adorn on his wrist!

I showed my Westie Bestie who had been with me for the whole emotional journey and bless her, she’s so nice she didn’t even laugh. We actually have a motto, the Twinkles and I, try to be a bit more like Hana. However, I have already warned the boys that should I be flying in to a rage that probably wouldn’t be the best thing to say to me.

On that subject, the other day Ollie melted my heart by grabbing me for an impromptu, engulfing cuddle and telling me he loved me only to draw back, look at me quizzically and tell me that my teeth are really yellow.

They giveth and they taketh away!

Well, you think that’s bad? Our Harry is a clumsy little calamity and was sat next to me in the conservatory. First he hit me in the eye with his jumper sleeve whilst putting said jumper on and then he clouted me on the back of the head with a plastic ball attached to a cord he was swinging above his head!

Me “Ouch Harry! I’m going to have to start calling you Stewie!”

Harry “why?”

Me “because you’re like Stewie Griffin from Family Guy, a baby who is always trying to kill his mum”

Harry “ Don’t be silly Mum, if I was trying to kill you, you’d be dead already!”

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He’s 7!

Then he started to cry because he felt hurt that I’d suggest he wanted to kill me! I’ll be glad when he’s out the other side of this growth spurt, his hormones are worse than mine and I’m menopausal!!!

Right, I can bathe no longer, I’m sure there is something I’m supposed to be doing. In the words of Bjork, it’s too quiet!

Love and hugs and Christmas wishes xxx.