This year, we'll be celebrating Christmas with our two new additions - the kittens. We're so excited! I've even bought a little present for Martha and Decca to open (although I draw the line at a kitten food Christmas dinner...).
My houseplant obsession is getting out of control. From where I type I can see one giant palm, a windowsill full of oxalis, geraniums and a spider plant, an orchid, a succulent, a big vase of flowers, a shelf of succulents, and I haven't mentioned the Christmas greenery.
The temperature has properly dropped here in the UK and we've woken to frost most mornings this week. Time to get warm. A few weeks back, I called a number in the Yellow Pages (okay, I googled it) and found a chimney sweep. The idea of such an old fashioned trade is a bit like catnip to me and sure enough the brilliant chimney sweep who came to our home was a lovely man in his eighties.
Back in July, T (my youngest) drew a fantasy pet – bat, of course – and it was magically transformed into a brilliant cuddly toy thanks to Petplan (read that post here). It's easy to get into the habit of assuming the eldest is too old for such opportunities, but it turns out A wanted to have a go, too.