I'm keping my fingers crossed that there's a little hope somewhere at the bottom of that. . .
mind you, yesterday was only the second worst Christmas Day in five years so it can't be all bad, can it
seriously, if it can you better tell me -
I think I deserve to know
on a lighter note: four good things happened yesterday - Mini-Teen's endless cuddles and enthusiasm; Teen Too not developing flu (altho he's still on the sofa coughing his lungs up but by bit); a text from my one friend in Blighty; and a very special present with my name on it under the tree. . . full of wonderful things (-:
I must be hard to please
(I was going to add lovely food on the table, but the oven broke half way thru cooking the lunch so we stuck to toast rather than risking salmonella; and, if I add a roof over our head, I just know that the damp patch in the bedroom ceiling will start dripping and I don't want to tempt fate)
thank goodness for Crunchies