Welcome home...

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All of the children came back home for an early pre-Christmas dinner last night.  Now that they all have serious other halves (more of this later) it was a chance to all get together before the family tug of wars start.  I'm sure that any of you with older children will understand where I'm coming from with this.  Pressure, however well intended, comes from all quarters, so nipping in early in November was a good call.

There were nods to Christmas with Christmas crackers and extremely early Advent calendars (probably ripped to shreds and eaten in the car on the way home) and we all had a fantastic time, with bad jokes, silly hats, crunchy roasties and some rather disappointing copy cat After Eights (that will teach me not to scrip where they are concerned).

There was a mountain of washing up to do after the kids left.  I think that they had been watching the husband stack the plates and saucepans up, and as he almost disappeared out of sight behind the gravy jug there was a mass exodus as each couple tried not to be the last one left, just in case help was requested.

Unfortunately for son number two, because he is at home for a few days, he drew the short straw and wandered off in the dark with two dogs and his girlfriend, Goldilocks.  She is a lovely addition to our family, and as she hails from the North (albeit on the wrong side of the hills) seems very at home with the husband who is relieved to have someone 'proper' to talk to.

I love having my children home.  They come in like a whirlwind, sit down for a couple of hours and eat, and then the whirlwind goes again.  Only this time I have two of them staying for a bit longer which is fantastic.

I get to be mum again for a while...


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