Life has of course continued in the background. We had a busy weekend with our primary school annual Christmas Fair. I am the treasurer of the PTA, which meant that I was wandering around the Fair collecting money from the toys and books sales, the games hall, the raffle ticket sellers and Santa's grotto. It is amazing how heavy money is if you have to carry it around for any length of time. Annie had to step in as Santa's Elf because the regular Elf did forget to come. James and Alistair thought that the Elf looked very much like their sister. Oh to be little and gullible again. It is cute. I am not little but still gullible. It is not nearly so cute. Guess what I have been doing all afternoon on Saturday, together with the Elf? Counting coins. It took nearly 4 hours. What did people do before Excel?? Now that the money is safely deposited in our accounts I can tell you how much we raised for the PTA funds: just over £3200. On top of that we raised another £1000 with Christmas cards designed by the children. It always amazes me how generous people are! If you are into fundraising for your school, the silent auction is always popular.
|excuse the mess in my dining room....|
|grumpy James with a Germoline covered lip|
Tuesday was just miserable. I go drenched in the torrential downpours and was nearly blown off my bike on the way back from work. It is charming to cycle to work when it is nice and dry, when the paths through the woods are dry and safe but not so much when a storm is raging. I have been feeling cold ever since.
I spent a good two hours untangling a ball of yarn that Jack the bad dog has messed up. I now wonder if I should have just binned it and ordered a new one? At £1.69 a ball it seems a bit silly to spend so much time on a messy tangle of wool. Talking of the bad dog: he has just chewed through the back of one of our armchairs and he has the runs. Jack also finds it undignified to walk in the dark, wind or rain. At the moment it is either dark, or wet, or windy, or all three. Sigh.
Today I have admitted in public that we are indeed hosting The New Year's Eve Party. Hogmanay is a big thing in Scotland and we celebrate in style and with endurance. I have sent Richard into the wild weather to buy a first car load of Prosecco (and washing powder). If you live nearby, you might as well pop in and join in with a hearty Auld Lang Syne.
Someone has been stealing my advent calendar chocolates. I am faced with a wall of silence and still don't know who it was. They all blame the dog.
Today was also the infant Nativity play. It was "The Hopeless Camel. Again. This is the third time I have seen this particular play. Although I am always dreading school plays I actually quite like The Hopeless Camel. It is funny and I know all the songs, too. If you were a fly on the wall you could see me tapping my foot and sing along. Quietly I hope. Funny enough I can't remember the other two plays that are rotated at our school. Alistair was a traveller (all surplus children seem to be travellers), James was a camel. Not the hopeless one I should say. One of the perks of being a PTA office bearer is the front row reserved seats for officials and local celebrities (there aren't any). I managed to zoom in and get pictures of James and Alistair only.
Now, the wind is howling outside and down our chimney. The rain is battering the windows. I am in my pj's, curled up on the un-chewed armchair. Life is good. Just a shame my feet are so cold.
I hope you are having a lovely time, too. Cx