We got woken up for Christmas with coffee and frothy milk. Somehow, our three children have gone from the 5 a.m. giddiness of “Get up, get up!” to letting us sleep in until gone 8 a.m., and only then gently suggesting that it would be good to go downstairs to see if Santa’s been.
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“I’m just saying … “
My youngest daughter was sat at her grandparents’ kitchen table in England, with a piece of paper and a pen. [continue reading…]
“I must say, there’s nothing better than a good surf.”
My eldest daughter finished her second year of high school and the first thing she did was clean her room.
Well, sort of.
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