No point sitting with my face on my hands, elbows on the desk and tapping my feet to the beat of my heavy heart is there?
NO FREAKIN WAY.
After receiving a ton of emails from Doctors and Nurses from Scotland, Singapore, Australia and good old Blighty, our minds are at rest over Heart Murmurs. We even got mail from UKscrappers with the condition, scrappers from the US whose children and grandchildren have such a condition - you are so very thoughtful. I love that people just leap out and offer their help and advice. I often email people myself when someone asks for advice because I know how much it means that someone took the time and trouble to write to me on occasions. Spread the happiness and halve the problems - perhaps you should try it some time!
We take a trip to Ikea for more storage solutions (my office is so getting a pre-xmas overhaul) and we put the tree up tonight. Our day was incredibly chilled and happy - such a stark contrast to yesterday. We get the christmas classics on (mine and Belles fave is "Let it snow" which has to be crooned by Dean Martin), a few treats, the baubles, the lights and of course the boogie on - not to mention Bangers and mash for tea, SLURP! I love decorating the tree, Belle has the honour of hanging the chocolates and mark has the delight of our special "lights on the tree" system. Basically he lays on the floor twisting the bottom as I feed 400 flamin lights between the branches. Not that we could possibly patent this idea but believe me - its a reet time saver. I want reports on who uses this idea in full detail and tell me it doesn't make you laugh when you do it. Mark hung the plug from the bottom branch and for every full spin of the tree, he got the pleasure of a three pronged plug smacking the side of his head!
I'm going to buy a new angel as Ive decided I really don't like her - she is far too big but then would my tree ever look the same? My mum keeps threatening to get rid of the choir boy she has a-top of her tree every year and she must have had it 30 years. My Bro, My sis and I BEG her not to get rid of him - even when his head started to fall off some years ago. Luckily my mum is a dab hand at crafting so she made him a new outfit but I can vouch for his original head which makes crimbo that little but more exciting and nostalgic.
So now Im off to bed to recoup for a full days crimbo shopping tomorrow in Manchester. Im off to check out Bravissimo (in light of my hideous encounter at M&S a few weeks back) upon the advice of my freind Pam, wait in long queues to pay for our purchases, probably get pushed over in 3 shops, fret over the in-laws presents, lose my temper with Mark as I ask "Does my bum look big in this?" (of course it does but he has to lie, right?) and then we miss the train home ( we love to get the train into manchester for shopping, Belle thinks a real treat and a half).
Im sorry we havent got pics of the tree yet, but my angel is casing me some concern right now. Will post pics in the morrow