Mr Harford, prompt as ever, has won the award for "First Christmas Card to arrive at New Workshops". He has consequently beaten other likely competitors such as my Great-Aunt Joan or my friend Caroline who is living in Hong Kong (and usually tries to get ahead of the Christmas post). He has even written (OK, its a pre-printed label) his address on the back of the envelope assuming (correctly) that we do not have it.
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bateleur has already commented, we have a bit of a plumbing/electrical crisis on at the moment. On the plus side, we do have a plumber and an electrician (and a builder - who hopefully will not be required for this problem) that we like and trust (and who charge reasonably). So I am hoping that kitchen will be back to normal (or perhaps even cleaner) before Christmas. At least everything is still usable; I had nightmare visions of the washing machine breaking (with twins, this can be really, really bad).
Re-reading that last sentence is scary. I can handle being a mother. I can handle being a housewife. So long as I forget that I am both of those things. I have to keep telling myself that I am merely a writer-in-training with child and household chores.
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Re-reading that last sentence is scary. I can handle being a mother. I can handle being a housewife. So long as I forget that I am both of those things. I have to keep telling myself that I am merely a writer-in-training with child and household chores.