Yes I’m afraid so, the countdown is really on and there are only 14 or so sleeps to go. Unless you are an insomniac in which case there are only six or seven to go.
This weekend will be split between cricket (yawn, please rain some more), a hurried garden spruce up (pull the weeds out, break them off or just cover them up), and possibly a spot of Christmas shopping.
I say possibly because currently the children are on a Christmas suicide mission and can’t seem to understand “poor behavioural outcomes” equals NO PRESENTS FOR YOU! (Seinfeld’s Soup Nazi’s got nothin’ on me).
You can actually buy a lump of coal. That tin is way too pretty though. That tin would lead you to believe it might contain something edible. It promises to contain real coal. If you can’t get one at this late stage use a substitute and put it in a pillowcase tied with string. I am sure our dogs have left a few lumps out for us. Steaming lumps are to be avoided. Not edible and that’s a promise boys and girls.
At least it is the weekend. Happy weekend!