The annual Christmas Pagent rolls into town this weekend.... much to Miss Chooken's disgust we will not be attending. Unfortunately the hubby will be at work and I simply can not entertain the idea of arriving early enough to get a decent view, trying to convince Miss Sunshine that the safest place to be is in her stroller, plus trying to convince Miss Chooken to stay sitting/stnading near said stroller. I am a bad, mean mummy, I know. But lining kids up along a road with thousands of strangers around just does not appeal. The pagent itself does appeal, and I will have it on telly for our viewing pleasure. I like waving at Father Christmas and listening to the commentary on the history of the floats...
I guess that the pagent means I really need to get some present shopping done....yes, that's right - I haven't completed any gift shopping yet. I'm not even sure what to get for the girls and hubby this year. The rotten lemons I mentioned here really distracted me in the past few months, but it is time to pull my socks up and get on with things a bit. I will let you know what I find!
I guess that the pagent means I really need to get some present shopping done....yes, that's right - I haven't completed any gift shopping yet. I'm not even sure what to get for the girls and hubby this year. The rotten lemons I mentioned here really distracted me in the past few months, but it is time to pull my socks up and get on with things a bit. I will let you know what I find!
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