Christmas.

Drove home on Christmas Eve. Nice drive back belting out Dean Martin and cheesy crimbo tunes. Had time to put the remaining pressies under the tree. My turn to drive this year so Bumble took us round to Sam's. Then back home for the MacBook. Then back round Sam's! Poor lady must have looked at a million photos of Jay Jay. Home to sort out my duffle coat and mittens then off to the city for the midnight mass service at St Peter Mancroft. Laughed at the same things I have for the last two or three years... the carol with the asses in and the memory of the old vicar lady tipping communion wine down some poor bloke's shirt. Also laughed on the way out when a different vicar shook my hand, so I asked her if she wanted to shake my mitten too!

No visit from Santa. Must be on the naughty list. No idea why though. Up early but still a last minute rush to get to chapel on time. I obviously haven't changed. Found it really hard though because everyone else has. All grown up with kids. I'm really crap at dealing with situations that scream at me "you're a failure, you have nothing"

Dinner was fairly calm. Just Nan and Chalkie round. Then cleared up just in time for Jay Jay's arrival. Was hilarious.. stomping around in his new boots and thinking his Thomas paddling pool was a changing mat and wearing my bee hat and eating my ice scraper and loving his Up book and doing the maddest/cutest laugh only in the corner by the door when on his dad's or my back. Shame I'm such an idiot and I messed up the video.

 Boxing day. Watched Peppa Pig with Jay, beat Jon at table tennis, after dinner they left and we watched Wizard of Oz while playing UNO.