Donchya just love 'em?
As the case may be.
Let me take you back a few weeks, when PP and I were trying to ascertain from various offspring what constituted their plans for the festive period.
Specifically Christmas Day.
"Ho Yus". (they all said, bar one^)
"We will deffo be with yous for Chrimbo".
Or words to that effect.
Since then plans have apparently become somewhat 'fluid'.
At various points we have been anticipating the following numbers for catering/sleeping purposes:
- Christmas Eve 6
- Christmas Day 7
- Christmas Eve 3
- Christmas Day 4
- Christmas Eve 4
- Christmas Day 3
With mixed results.
At this rate, some of them might end up out in the campervan.
And good luck to them.
Gorgeous Daughter, who was intending to travel down from Essex to Mordor* today is snowed in. Not to mention being embroiled in moving home again..... the fifth time this year.
Prodigal Son has changed his plans umpteem times over the past few weeks and should be arriving tomorrow but when he will actually appear is anybody's guess.
Artistic Daughter and her partner were going to be with us on Christmas Day, but instead will be going to her partner's father's house. However they will be with us on Christmas Eve and staying over.
I am sure it will all turn out alright in the end with minimal blood loss.
*Mordor is the 'affectionate' term I coined for her father's house. I have no idea if he reads this blog, but if he does, what happened to the regular updates I was supposed to get about ^Recalcitrant Son......?
Is he still alive?
As you all can see, I am fully entering into the seasonal spirit of goodwill to all men.
*memo to self* - late night blogs after a few glasses of wine are perhaps.....inadvisable.