Shopping for our tree in the sunshine...
And a tree covered in tiny toys in Eight-year-old's room...
Happy Christmas xxx
|Serious face because I'm coming in to land |
and I STILL haven't figured out how to stop!
I've already blogged about my love of ice-skating - and my failed attempts to pass this love on to my children. Failed attempts which have in no way deterred me from trying the same thing all over again but with wheels!
There's a smooth basketball arena in the park next to our house, which is great for practice. There are also a couple of roller discos near to us, and on our second visit to the Roller Revolution, Eight-year-old suddenly got it! He let go of my hand and shoved himself out into the melee, arms going round like windmills and didn't come back again.
|Look, Ma - no hands!|
|'Wanna go outside and get some fresh air today, Matt?'|
'Fresh air? What on earth's that, Phil?'
'No idea, Matt, but I overheard a non-gamer mention it once...'
'Gracious, Ju! Kirrin Island looks tiny today.''Sorry, George, I'm too busy looking fabulous to care.'
Can I go through the Montpellier Gardens?
Nope, that's not happening.
Is there going to be a carpet of autumn leaves over here?
No, it's all going to be...um...aluminium or something...
Well, I'll just carry on down to the Imperial Gardens then because...
Oh...okay...like that, is it?
On the plus side, I have tickets to see Malorie Blackman, James Dawson, Lucy Ivison and Tom Ellen.
On the pfft! side, Grayson Perry and Lucy Powrie were sold out within an hour of their tickets going on sale. (Lucy apologised to me on Twitter because she's utterly charming! But Grayson Perry remains unforgiven.)
I'm still reading plenty of YA too. I've just finished We Were Liars - which was brilliantly written and made tears run down my face at the end. And I'm already halfway through American Gods which is equally dark, and of course, quite weird - because Neil Gaiman.