It’s quiet chez Stitich tonight. Boys in bed. OH out. Me, wrapped up in a quilt on the sofa, tippy typing. No telly. Just the sound of Lego coming from Elder’s eyrie. The calmness that will shatter tomorrow because it’s CHRISTMAS EVE!!! Younger has been a human alarm clock each morning, counting down the days until Father Christmas arriveth. I am too, tbh. Just in a more grumpy, tired grown up (groan up?!) way. I have a stack of wrapping to do but am just too tired : tomorrow night is traditionally a wrapping event Anyway.
This year has been interesting. I’ve learnt a lot about myself and others. I think I’ll just kick back and enjoy this Christmas. Self improvement, like all good things, can wait. Pass the Roses.