We had our Pie-lattes Pilates class this morning whereby you do an hour of Pilates whilst ignoring the teacher (me), doing all the wrong exercises and talking all the way through (my friends) and then, after a few slightly pathetic abdominal exercises, we convene in the kitchen to be joined by other friends who haven’t even bothered to pretend they were going to do any exercises in advance and then we stuff our faces with mince pies (with brandy butter) and lattes.
This has become a Christmas tradition – normally we add alcohol into the mix, but today it was merely carbs because party season has begun and we need to pace ourselves. This was mainly my fault because I am still suffering from all my recent injuries, so I’ve decided that it’s best not to start too early in the day.
Anyway, this cheered us all up after our tumultuous week – what with the election taking centre stage. I had to pay my mother £2 because sadly she was right and I was wrong (she’s a big spender as you can see) and now I will have to move on and accept the situation and stop arguing with her about it because there is nothing more to be done.
This little meme sums it up in our neck of the woods:-
I’m excited – my little boy is arriving back from his first term at university ANY MINUTE NOW! I’ve decorated the tree ALREADY which is an absolute first for me. It’s usually still surrounded by boxes of decorations and totally bare the night before Christmas. But I wanted him to feel all warm and cosy about coming home. Can’t wait to see him and hear all his news.
It will go like this:-
He arrives home and there will be hugs all round (when I wake up my hungover daughter who is asleep on the sofa)
We have a celebratory drink together and a bowl of crisps whilst I quiz him on his news:-
“How are you?”
“How was the journey back?”
“How was your term?”
“Have you made lots of friends”
“Did you manage to hand all your work in”
“Any other news?”
“Have you got any plans this weekend?”
“Yeh, actually, I’m going out in 5 minutes if that’s OK?”
So that will be that….but oh well, I DON”T CARE. As long as he’s happy, enjoying life and has got friends to go and see, I’m happy. I’ve got all my children for Christmas this year and I CAN’T WAIT.
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