Another busy week for us. Last Saturday H and I went out for the day on our own as Daddy had friends coming to stay. We spent most of the day on Umberslade Farm trying out their Christmas offering. We’d not been there before despite it being quite close, so that was fun to explore. We then moved from mud and manure to high culture by going to Stratford-Upon-Avon to Shakespeare’s Birthplace. We’d been asked to go see their Christmas light show where they light the whole building up and have actors speaking out of the windows. It seemed a good idea to get there in time to tour the birthplace itself and H really enjoyed it. It was a long day, but a lot of fun.
Sunday being the first day of Advent meant that there was no avoiding a day of decorating the Christmas tree and the house. Another year has gone by and we are still using the same rather tired artificial tree. Another year when I say next year we will get a real tree and another year when we don’t. This year we had lots of exciting new decorations to use from The Christmas Boutique. The key thing though was how happy and exciting H was about the whole thing. He had a wonderful time.
Monday was advent calendar day. H was awake soon after 5am excitedly waiting till 6am when he would be allowed to get up and open his calendars. This year I’ve had an advent calendar too from Smiggle and this was the rubber that came in the first day’s window.
From there though the week took a turn for the worse. On Wednesday evening I was walking home from a school governor’s meeting, when I suddenly found myself on the ground. My ankle had twisted beneath me and I don’t know how it happened. There was no one around and I couldn’t think what to do except try to hobble home. Thankfully it wasn’t too far, but my ankle swelled up, my other knee was grazed and bruised, plus my trousers got badly torn at the knee (they were expensive ones too that I’d won in a competition, so I was gutted). So the rest of the week has been spent mostly on the sofa with my foot raised up.