And then the wheels fell off

We had 6 inches of snow last weekend, which just Doesn't Happen here. We went snowballing and sledging and basically made the most of it. I'm not sure who was the most excited but I suspect it may have been Mr DC.


Thank you for all the get well wishes - they worked temporarily but then this week they wore off. We had a big old family Christmas planned - the first time in years we would have almost all been together on Christmas Day. Unfortunately the world had other plans and as a result of illness both at our house and at my poor sister's, we'll be at home. While I am currently well, I am tired - I wrote down the dosage to give Tall Small this morning as her temperature hit 39C AGAIN and walked downstairs and couldn't remember whether or not I'd actually given her the medicine.


Still, there is an end in sight, we hope, and in between alternating doses of Calpol and Calprofen the Smalls are in good spirits. And we had a delivery of heating oil today (thank you Team Flitwick!), and Mr DC braved the supermarket so we will have a proper dinner tomorrow instead of fishfingers.


Before it all kicked off, last weekend we had a lovely party for little people and decorated a small village of gingerbread houses and made sparkling crystal snowmen and Christmas trees.

Patterns adapted from instructions given at Spoilt Rotten beads

So, there's a lot to be grateful for, and we will hang our stockings up this evening and have a lovely time tomorrow, albeit not as planned. I hope you're all well, and happy, and that your Christmas is really, really wonderful.

Better late than never

We've been as busy as everyone else this last week or two with end of term school stuff (roll on Friday!), two craft fairs, music practice, parties to plan and on and on and on. I still have to make a Bollywood outfit (help) and wrap presents and post some cards, but we're getting there.

Unfortunately my lovely plans for a a decorating weekend and a full day of sewing today were destroyed by a rampaging stomach bug that felled Tiny Small at the weekend and then me today (72 hours incubation?! Someone's having a laugh).

Anyway, I messed up Splash of Colour so instead I give you a Splash of Light in two parts, first Mr DC's birthday cake groaning under the weight of hundreds and thousands. Is it me or are they just far less vibrant than those of my childhood. I really wasn't going for tasteful here:


And second, my astonishingly blonde and beautiful Tiny Small dressed as Santa Lucia - I "made" the crown with tinsel and IKEA battery powered stars, and she put the rest of the outfit together herself. Paired with furry boots she looked good enough to eat, but I settled for ginger star biscuits instead. And even better was the fact that her fabulous elder sister let her parade around and have a whale of a time without once complaining that it should have been her turn.


Hope you're staying healthy. I'm feeling almost able to eat some dinner which given that I couldn't even face water this morning is a big step forward, believe me!