My life is a right old social whirl. Went to a pottery painting evening at the welfare centre on Wednesday. Everyone else did truly gorgeous and festive bits of decorative ware, I spent two hours painting a small black china spot - not a hint of crimson or green in sight. Once it is fired it will be a very chic black pendant thingy, which I will be able to wear to xmas functions. When people say "Oooh, I love your necklace; where did you get it?" I can reply that is is a one-off, designer piece. Alternatively it will be a complete waste of a fiver (plus seven quid for the baby sitter and another fiver for the bottle of wine I took along - come to think of it, it works out a bit of a rip off, even for a one-off designer piece). Got quite squiffy, as no-one was really drinking, except me - they were all too busy making nice little homey things to make their houses look christmassy (my family have to put up with a string of sparkly fabric elephants hanging in the living room, which have in fact been there since last christmas). However, after draining my bottle of cava, I dragged myself away in time to roll home for the last episode of Heroes. Really glad I made it in time, but don't ask me what actually happened.
Hubby was supposed to be home at the weekend, but of course wasn't. Think this may be the military equivalent of 'working late at the office' and he is having an affair with a saucy insurgent. Or something.
Twin 1 keeps saying she wants Daddy, and wants him "now, now, NOW!", which is all very sweet, but not at 3am, which is what happened last night. Somehow after this I ended up with Twin 1 and 2 and the dog in bed with me. Then son came in at about 6am to update me on the status of his broken toe nail. Or was it something about a poo? I am not a very good listener at silly o'clock in the morning.
I am looking forward to Hubby coming home, so that when we are woken up in the middle of the night, I can say "Look, there's no point me going, it's you she wants".