Every time Soph was up by the cooker, I watched her lift the greaseproof paper and draw a long breath over my cooling Christmas Cake. I think certain smells, being pregnant, are really appealing to her at the moment.
All very last minute, everybody piled into my little Garden Flat and tucked into a pineapple-boiled ham and jacket potatoes from Cornwall. Little Findlay was climbing everywhere, opening every door and pushing every button. I suspect my washing machine, DVD player and cooker will, by now, all be programmed to start in the middle of the night. I cannot wait to be surprised!
I love hanging out with my family. It is all slightly hectic, with several discussions always happening at the same time, wine being poured, squeezing past one another in the small space, Findlay making another extraordinary noise.
Mad chaos. I love it! Even Soph's fiddle came out and Findlay did some spectacular posing for the camera.
I'm extremely happy.
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I have to say hello because my name is Lucy-Anne Holmes! nice to meet you!
OMG! How brilliant! The Lucys unite, with just a hyphen to separate them! I've posted on your blog too, utterly amazed that you have dabbled in Lindy Hop and internet dating aswell. Bizarre!
I love it!!! Yes, Glynne told me about you too!! Ah what good names we have!
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