It’s all coming together quite nicely.
The tree went up over the weekend. We let the kids decorate it and we put the
lights on when they were finished.
Great stuff.
Except.
The lights are plugged into the same
double socket as the fridge freezer.
Two and a half years ago Lovely Liam
turned off the same freezer and I discovered it a couple of days later.
Loaves of bread, garlic baguettes,
packs of minced beef and one or two grey, thoroughly defrosted chickens plus
several bags of mushy, once frozen vegetables all feked into the bin.
I am only scalded with all the jumping
up and down to check one of them hasn’t repeated history due to their utter
fascination with turning on and off the blinking things.
But at least all the shopping is
finished. At long last.
I picked up the last two bottles of
wine yesterday and got everything else wrapped during the week. The Santa haul is done.
That’s “done” with a capital D. All of it under lock and key in an upstairs
cupboard.
It is such a relief to get that far.
I had been running round trying to
get everything done so I can relax next week and just soak up some festive
spirit. It was a bit of a frenzy but I
did it.
In the same vein, Mister Husband has
gone on a finishing blitz. Anything
around the house that needs finishing has been attacked.
He started a couple of things
too. Like installing two lights outside
the back door and ripping open a hole in the kitchen ceiling in order to
connect electricity to the new lights.
And he discovered something. Something hideous. Something gross. Something foul. Something soft, wet and squishy.
Something dead.
The foul smell that kept coming and
going, the one that refused to be beaten by oil burners, hoovering, dusting or
cleaning turned out to be a dead rat in our kitchen ceiling.
If anyone has solutions on how to
get rid of the still lingering stench of rodent death, I would be most
grateful.
Did I forget to mention school
holidays are now just four sleeps away? Well,
they are.
Thank goodness.
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