18th December – Christmas 

The last day of term => Christmas nibbles. 

Then heading to my best friends boyfriends house… Christmas baking. 

Then scouts Christmas party. 

But nothing really says Christmas like the small child feeling ill and throwing up on you! 

Or the Christmas card from the smallest, the one written because he wanted to, not one his mother had to force him to write – because a card voluntarily written by the dyslexic child is rarer than gold dust. 



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