Not long until the Big Day and a mammoth to do list to steadily work through.
Of course, it wouldn't be the festive season without a few hiccups along the way and, as Christmas Eves go, this one is turning into one of those unfortunately memorable ones.
The bathroom shower suddenly decided cold water is best, far too much time was spent at the GP surgery (the waiting room was like a sanatorium with all the coughing and barking going on) to have stitches removed and being stuck in a traffic jam on the way home, we have every drink known to man in the house apart from the one requested by the Girlie's mister, one of the spare beds collapsed at 4 a.m. with two of the visitors asleep in it and I've managed to spectacularly clog up the waste disposal with veg peelings.
But there are presents galore under the tree, the littlest has plated up some snacks for Santa and the Boy has made a gingerbread wreath.
There's just time to say thank you so much for your visits and comments and to wish you all
a very merry Christmas.
And an elastic waistband.