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Date: 29 December 2008 21:58:31
Well, loads really, but I am going to bed rather than sharing any with you. If you want any news, you'll have to make some of your own.
I'm only here while I wait for some Christmas photos to finish printing so I can send them with my next letter to the boy. I want an early night. You don't want to know why.
You don't. Honest you don't.
Well, you asked for it. Suffice to say: 2am last night. Smudgelet and his mother sharing a room, Smudgelet on an upper bunk, mother on a lower one. Smudgelet suddenly declares his intent of going to stick his head down the toilet - gets as far as the top of the ladder - stops - thinks - and fountains projectile vomit over the entire bedroom carpet, fabric computer chair, and mountain of best clothes abandoned on the floor after being taken off at various bedtimes this week. Oh bliss. Oh joy. Yet another tradition kept this Christmas - the Smudgelet regretting eating too much, too quickly, in too excited a state. And what a time to have no washing machine available... damage too extensive to be left until next morning, so I got a few jobs done in addition to carpet scrubbing and hand washing..... then finally settled to sleep about 3.30.
Thank you, my darling.