Not a moany post

I’m back! How are you all? 

Now as the title suggests, this had the potential to be one helluva moany post. But as the news of the Connecticut tragedy started to filter through, I realised that I shouldn’t really be annoyed that on our first night at Centre Parcs, Ollie badly cut his knee on one of three broken shower tiles which meant absolutely no swimming and trying to keep his activity to a minimum to give it chance to heal {yes, really}. Because at the end of the day, having to deal with three screaming trips to the medical centre with him and then sitting up with Lila for three nights on the trot as she battled yet another fever makes me so, so much luckier than those poor families having to face saying their last goodbyes. My heart goes out to them all.

And as for Centre Parcs? The jury is still out I’m afraid. The frosty forest, the villa we had with the hot tub to beat all hot tubs and celebrating my Dad’s 60^th were all fabulous. But the whole knee debacle did dampen our spirits somewhat and we didn't really have the chance to experience exactly what the place is all about. Onwards and upwards though. And now Christmas is just around the corner.

Can you believe it? One week people. Crazy.

I’m feeling mostly organised and kind of not. I still have shopping to do and wrapping to start. Ollie had his last day at pre-school yesterday and came home with all manner of lovely Christmas crafts, which may well feature here later this week.

Until then, how is everyone? I hope your Christmas preparations are filled with mince pies and cheesy festive tunes.