Ah ma. Put some big heavy boots on and put the stockings up around 4am anyway. Tell them dubh made ye do it. And she's nails so ye dursn't refuse.
Then hoover. And sing a bit. 
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roaaaaar there's nae explaining that one away. Perhaps wrap a bit of tinsel round it to make it more festive like. Or make a centrepiece out of it tomorrow. A little circle of satsumas with that in the middle. A sprig of holly. A little angel on the top. You are set.
I've already put my holiday request in for next Christmas. Probably won't shiting get it again but I dream of Florence. Wouldn't leave the wouf but in my imaginary place I would be there.
Christmas Eve, a quiet sit in the Sante Croce, light a candle or two. Christmas day, fill my face with all things lovely then have a wander about. Sighing at the beauty.
The bairn's infection is back. The bone is not healing. It seems to be lytic and getting worse. Her lymph nodes are up so a biopsy was taken this week which is why I haven't visited the bus. I am praying. A lot. Once the results of the biopsy come back she's going for a ct, they think it's osteomyelitis but can't rule out an osteosarc. She's on antibiotics and pain relief in the meantime. What did she ever do to anybody? She's had such a shitty start to life.
She is so getting a proper dinner tomorrow. Love that wee soul so much.
Barrie?!? Get your arse oot here and give me a big fucking slap. I'm playing my tiny violin and it's scrachking awa like nails doon a board.
There is a small black dog under the duvet on the back seat o the bus. I'll keep her off the sprouts.