Christmas was a sedate affair as we spent it as a four. Sadly Buster fell off some monkey bars, broke his arm and ended up in plaster on Christmas Eve so he had a bit of trouble opening his (many) gifts but somehow I knew he'd manage. Missy, as predicted, was far more interested in the wrapping paper and boxes than any of her gifts.
|Buster's cast, he currently harbours an ambition|
to be a sailor so my sister did some sailor tat's for him
|We've spent a bit of time in traffic jams this week, |
this Trafficmaster van ironically stuck in one brightened up an otherwise dull journey
I must away and get ready for another traffic jam but the promise of a natter and sausage and mash at the other end will make it all worth while!