Our bastard Christmas tree is shedding needles like nobody's business, and there is still a week and a half to go.
The DCs are under strict instructions not to touch it, or even look at it from now on. At this rate we'll be digging the fake one out of the loft on Christmas Eve.
I have an afternoon of loo-cleaning, laundry and present wrapping, followed by DD1's Christmas Show at 5pm. She's not on stage much this time, so it will be a couple of hours of watching other people's children singing and dancing, but it should be nice and festive (and I never tire of watching cute littlies in tutus). I should really make some mince pies, but I'd only eat them all.
Hope you are feeling a bit better now, QQ. Now you know why all the women you saw in the restaurant were so thin. 