Tuesday, 4 December 2018
Back on the road again
The beast and I are back on the road. Or on the pavement at least. The vet has cleared us for quiet walks around the block and the pet t-shirt is off to reveal a very shaved underside. Bertie saw one of his friends yesterday who wasted no time in sniffing around underneath, as if to say 'Where's the fur gone Bert?' He is a bit of a local legend at the moment, albeit not in a good way. Word of his misdeed has spread like lightning through the dog community.
The littlest boy is enjoying his last Christmas at primary school. They really do go all out in December at primary schools don't they? I shall miss it next year, when there will be no more than a half-hearted Christmas jumper day. Primary school has festive biscuits, Christmas cracker making competitions, design a poster for the Christmas fair competition, Christmas crafts, Christmas lunch, Christmas songs from 11 November onwards, 14 rehearsals for the carol service, a handful of nativity plays, the Christmas fair, Christmas films to be watched while the teachers and teaching assistants sit weakly in the corner trying to brush off the glitter, (oh the glitter), Christmas gifts to be made for all, Christmas cards to be designed, sweets and biscuits on Christmas party day, Christmas games, Christmas jumper day with decorated antlers and elf hats and if you're lucky a bit of panto. It's ALL going on.
The biggest boy is doing a bit of food photography at school, which may require me to up my game in the cooking department and make something artily Instagram-worthy. I'm thinking mince pies with rose petals strewn about or a lobster casually draped over an artisan tea-towel. A tray of oven chips is just not going to cut it. Needless to say I am not allowed to give any advice whatsoever. I moved a knife yesterday, oh there were ructions.
One of our biggest Christmas traditions is well under way, that of the advent calendar/advent candle. Every tea time someone gets to light the candle, someone gets to blow it out and someone opens the advent calendar. Every single day there is some sort of heated discussion about people doing it wrong or moving the candle or blowing it out too soon / not soon enough or blowing hot wax over someone else or doing the Hand In Naked Flame trick. It amazes me that they can keep it up for 24 days, but they can, every single year. Ah, tradition.