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Well, we’re well and truly in the bloody thick of Silly Season now, there’s no escaping it. I am, as standard, quite bah humbug…but I’ve clearly let my guard down as the old Christmas tingle (why, Christingle if you will) has started to creep in and melt my ice queen edges. Just call me Elsa, when she stops being quite so fucking miserable. 

There’s a lovely park near me, which we refer to as the Pirate Park because it has a wooden pirate ship climbing frame (er, slightly dull trivia fact there, sorry). There’s also a nice field appended to it, which lends itself to an altogether gorgeous annual event called Carols on the Rec. As the name suggests, people (about 600) meet up and sing carols. There’s a brass band, song sheets, glow sticks, mince pies, hot chocolate, and all manner of sentimental feels. I’ve been a couple of times previously and the sense of community and happiness is tangible and infectious. Er, plus it’s free.

It also gives me the chance to have a nice little cry in the dark, which I can blame on the cold air. I’m such a soppy twat that I love being given free reign to have a good cry, something which will be capitalised further later on this week when I go to see Mouse in her first ‘proper’ nativity play with pre-school.

Mouse drinking hot chocolate

Daddy cuddling Moo

Two tea light lanterns in a tree

Of course, it would be remiss of me to expect greatness from my actual family, and true to form we ended up bidding a swift retreat before the choir had finished carol 14 of 18. Moo had done a colossal shit and was crying about it, then Mouse had an altercation involving a glow stick, a bench, and her forehead. At the sight of Mouse in tears, Moo suddenly perked up and found the whole thing highly amusing, which pissed Mouse off even more, and so a judgement call was made to take the quick route home.

As with all family friendly events geared towards mutual enjoyment, my husband and I felt gypped by our own children and indulged ourselves in a whimsical “what would we do if we had an hour to ourselves” dialogue.

Minds out of the gutter, people, it’s the day of the sabbath!

Oh and while I’m here, just a quick reminder to check out the Random Acts of Kindness alternative advent calendar I told you about last week. Tomorrow’s suggested activity is to buy a hot drink for someone who needs one, which I’m going to try and take the time to do – hope you can join me.

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