lathany

Rudolf? Or perhaps it's some other reindeer with a red nose.

I've discovered today that a little bit of housework improves my day. Probably because I'm much too easily impressed with myself for actually doing it. The piece in question was the bathroom floor. Now, our bathroom is about as small as it could possibly be to reasonably accommodate a toilet, a washbasin and a bath. But I still feel undeniably smug about having vacuumed and washed that segment of floor space.

In other news, fish cakes appear to be the new favourite in toddler circles (although Bea spent the whole meal saying "I don't like it" before licking her dish clean). This is more than can be said for Xmas pudding. Yesterday's tea was accompanied by the distressing sounds of unhappy toddlers as

bateleur tried to persuade them that the aforementioned pudding was really good stuff. He failed. Not even Beatrice "chilli cheese" Katrin would touch more than the custard. Oh well, at least I can warn my mother before she tries to do the same thing on Christmas Day.

I guess I'd better do some writing before the duo get back downstairs.