The house is strangely quiet.
Both 'kids' are at their in-laws. Paul's just taken his mum home and it's just me and the dog. It feels like it's a long time since we didn't have anyone else around.
After the fiasco with Paul's birthday celebration that had to be cancelled due to snow, I should have known that I should expect the unexpected. This is what happens when I try to be organised. The universe is trying to tell me that the more I try to be organised, the more fate will step in to pull the rug from my feet.
The first glitch to my well rehearsed and organised timetable for Christmas Day was very welcome indeed. We hadn't expected to see Jon and Sophie on Christmas Day as they were spending the day with her family but they were super organised and ended up travelling an hour before they thought they would, so decided to pop in and see us on their way. So my time plan went totally to pot, a bottle of bubbly was opened to celebrate, I forgot to keep an eye on my timetable and dinner ended up being a fair bit later than expected but who cares when it meant we could have the whole family together on Christmas Day - if only for an hour! And we got to do our annual whole family group shot
Ninety years between the oldest and the youngest - quite an achievement!
You can imagine who was the centre of attention for the whole day - he was so good but totally unaware of why he suddenly had all these new toys to play with!
Boxing Day we were all together again, and that meant family games
More snow! It seems to be stopping now but it's been snowing constantly for about 6 hours. One member of the family couldn't wait to get out in it
But again, the unexpected happened and Sophie and Jon's plans were put back and they ended up staying here until after lunch instead of leaving straight after breakfast. They were desperate to get a good snowy walk in before they left as when it snowed last time, they got very little where they live in London. Of course, being unprepared for this weather they didn't have any suitable clothing so I had to quickly go in the garage and find spare wellies, warm waterproof coats, hats and gloves.
I think fate is trying to tell me that my new year's resolution should be to stop trying to be organised, because the minute I think I know what's happening, something crops up to prove me wrong!