I feel I have been neglecting you of late, taking it for granted that you will always be there for me to return to should the mood strike.
Well, it does strike but somehow I don't get to you. For example there are many things I didn't tell you:
Like that when I sprained my ankle recently, Isobel had me getting down with the kids, it wasn't just hopping I had to do; according to Isobel is more a case of 'Hip-hop mummy, hip-hop' or 'come on mummy hip'. Probably for the only time in my life I was hip!
The there are the many ways Isobel will beckon me from her boudoir. One evening it escalated to Mummy, mummy, mummy ... to the tune of We will, we will rock you (I cannot write it without the we will, we will ...)
And then there is Isobel's first Christmas play but maybe I can build up to a whole post about that.
Here's to the festive season, to eating to much, drinking WAY too much and loving lots.
Lots of love,
your absentee blogger