There are days in the month when I really don't have any scrapping to do (you know, for other people - which of course I love) but then things come in the post and they all come at once and then Im trailblazing my scraproom looking for one inch of space to lay stuff down.
Then on top of that Mark comes home from the Army (Friday) with boxes and boxes of personal effects that he has accumulated over the years whilst living in the Mess, away from home. Then we decide to decorate Belles bedroom (in bubblegum pink and black - oh yes, black to offset the pinkness and in preparation for teenage doom!), crimbo is next week and the freaking house is bursting at the seams with stuff waiting to be housed, rehoused, relocated due to decoration, gazillions of scrapstuff in every inch of my room, major stabbing headaches, guinea pigs driving me nuts (I AM ALLERGIC TO THEM), at least 40% more crimbo shopping to do let alone the food shop and I have guests coming over crimbolina too.
I am so going to the Trafford Centre tomorrow to basically run away from it all, where I will probably die in the throng of 16 million shoppers making last second purchases whilst I go and meet some of the HSMS crew (so excited but also aware I am going to die in the crimbo shopping stampede). Just as long as you remind Mark that I want my coffin lined with SEI grannies kitchen papers and the coffin lid decked out with BG monograms reading "She did her bloody best" ok?
PS: We managed to squeeze a trip to the cinema to watch the Bee Movie with belle. Erm, it was plop; for want of a better word.