Saturday 25 December 2010
Well, That Was That Then
We had a minor crisis this morning when number one son decided to hurl projectile vomit all over the living room when opening his presents, before he had even ripped open the first selection box. He spent the rest of the day lying about moaning, a good eight years before this should be seen as normal practice for a son.
Anyway, the rest of the family had a great day, especially number two son, who got everything that he has ever wanted, mop, dust pan & brush and a hoover, don't ask!
So when I should be catching up on the sleep I missed last night, M was up at 01:30 am, 3:00 am and 05:50 am with the same question, has Santa been yet?, I am at my laptop writing this drivel and worrying about tomorrow's dinner ( I am cooking for twelve).
Here is a track that I heard today for the first time whilst watching that incredibly irritating Fearne Cotton on Christmas Top Of The Pops before Christmas lunch, and found myself enjoying much to L's amusement.
Eliza Doolittle - Pack Up