This was what I loved before and after the 'Counting'.
Where do these things come from. I found a homeless bear in a Santa hat in her cot the other day. This bad boy has been loitering nervously since the great soft toy cull of 2011. See the fear in the whites of his eyes. Your days are numbered, my friend.
There are lists. I make them everywhere. I need a list to remind me where I have put the lists. There is even a pre-emptive Ikea-in-February list just to get away from the Merry ones.
Useful Bling from school is always appreciated. Poor Mary always loses her head at this time of year..
They found the lost box of ancient Christmas decorations from days of yore. It has exploded over every surface of the living room. I did love the minimal look but I have been overruled by the teeming hordes on this one.
Nothing was sacred not even a mouse. (or squirrel). A couple of vases were shattered indirectly by the son's yellow, wheely pet. Averting destruction by a mere dust mote, the squirrel is celebrating tonight.
They found this banner from last year when the 'Counting' was at the farmhouse.
Whilst dashing through the snow encrusted foam balls at a dollar shop today, I found this gem of musical loveliness. I used to play Rosemary Cloony when I was teaching Year Twelve Art if they got noisy at drawing time. They could have TISM if they were good. Strangely we all ended up loving the Rosemary and even the hard core emo kids would sing under their lip rings.
Ah, Christmas! The memories it invokes, the bling, the sheer exhaustion. Self bedder was discovered in a self made bed with her possie tonight. Maybe she should get a bed for Christmas.
LIST: Get a bed for M
Put out today's wet washing tomorrow
Buy things
Wrap things
Try to remember the mental list I made while watching children's TV tonight.
Ring Nanna Freddo, Nanna Lol-Lol, RSVP Christmas party late
Make new list
Listen to Rosemary Clooney Christmas CD as I execute list.
