Week 20: First Christmas
“Is there any room at the inn?” I ask my mum. “What do you mean?” she replies. I tell her that we came home to a leak in our study; the light fixture is dripping water and we’ve turned the electrics off as a precaution. Consequently, we turn up to my mum’s a day early, Christmas Eve, with two beautiful boys and a boot-full of presents in tow. My mum invites us into our stable family home and ushers us through to the living room. It is Kit’s bedtime, but there are a few jobs that need doing before he goes to bed. A carrot has to be left for the reindeer and a Pale Ale left for Santa. (I was thinking Santa could do with a Mighty Meteor from Dominos and a profiterole pudding from M&S, but Harriet said Santa shouldn’t be so greedy). Kit then climbs the stairs and is wrapped into his bed. Good night, little one, see you at Christmas. Jude is downstairs watching The Bake Off with his mum and grandma, whilst his dad reads his book. The presents are then brought down and pu...