More tennis camp today. No rain, just grey skies, so that’s a good thing. I had another kitchen company come and quote. That’s three now. We wait until the new year before collecting quotes, revised quotes, revised designs, and sorting out a builder to handle the pre-kitchen things.
Lincoln had his pre-school Christmas party this afternoon. After being all geed up for it, he went shy once we got there and refused to sing with the rest of his class. At least he wasn’t as scared of Santa this year.
When we got home I pruned the roses and whippersnipped some of the edges around the garden. It’s still too boggy to actually mow the lawn, so I hope it dries out enough tomorrow.
All our Christmas lights are up and Michael Buble’s Christmas is on the telly. Maybe it’s Christmas, after all.
