One day everything is normal and the next everything goes topsy turvy again. And it makes you think: What is normal? Is this normal? Was that? And really, do I want normal anyway?

Hey.

Normal today?

Normal today was making my son's Christmas card with him, ready to take to school tomorrow. I get things done you see. Alright I leave it until the last minute (he breaks up on Friday) but I like to think it makes life that little bit more interesting.

So. It's slow going writing 30 cards when you are not yet six but he managed it, and his picture was wonderful even if, as a doting mother, I do say so myself.



Then I began the task of Lino cutting for adult Christmas card sendage, and owing to my inability to manoeuvre my right hand successfully, I now have nine holes gouged out of that particular hand which are very sore and consequently make it slightly difficult to type.

Hey but it's the pain that makes us. Right?