Sunday, 13 December 2015

Santa is not bringing you that

I have decided that I will now head all my posts with amazing places
I have visited in my life to celebrate how amazing
our planet is... This is Geiranger Fjord in Norway
"Santa is not bringing you that" - is what I have told my sons so they now know not to ask Santa to bring them daft things. I know, how evil am I?

This started off being a post about complaining about how wasteful Christmas is here. But it is not going to be about this. Because... it (this post) is not going to be about that.

Instead, I will write about what happened when I collected Oisin yesterday. It was so wonderful to see him and he was clearly delighted to be back home. He talked NON-STOP, because there was all this English in me waiting to get out, and he told me everything that happened to him. He talked for the entire journey home and he probably said more than he had ever said in that four hour journey than he had said in the past year. Instead of the forty shades of Good, (so, how was your day Oisin? Good.) I had the living colour report of what happened during his time in Germany. We did this and that and we did this other. And things were like this and that... and the school was like this, and so and so did that, and... it was lovely to have him home.

Today is a big cleaning the house day. Last week I sorted out all the Christmas Carols I had been given by an ex-teacher. The class finally came into order. I had all this music laid out all over the classroom.

.... it is now 12 pm. We have had breakfast, we are more or less sitting in squalor and there are at least five loads of laundry to be done. I have to hoover the house and decorate the place for Christmas. It is freezing outside although it is not wet, which is a good start. I cannot seem to get my ass moving because I have been incapacitated by Day One of The Curse. But I shall endeavour anyway.

I shall also have lots of tea before I start writing down all the things that need to be done after I put the first load of laundry on.

I have decided that I am going to redecorate this house. In vintage boho. This will involve a bit of expense, but that's ok. If I work on one room a month, by the end of next year the entire house will be done. It will be cool and very doable.

Well, I suppose I should get started. So, music, maestro, please... time to clean the house!

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