We've not even reached Christmas yet and I'm already thinking ahead to the New Year. I spotted these 'selfie' masks in the card shop and decided we'd have a bit of fun with them on New Year's Eve. I've got my eye on the trumpet and the big red kissy lips.
And we always start to think about holidays in the New Year. Mark has always wanted to visit New York, but I don't think that will happen, so we're discussing Amsterdam, somewhere I'd really like to go. He enjoys driving and already has Southern Spain, Portugal and South of France under his belt, so it's not a problem for him. Plus I'm more comfortable with driving than flying. Nothing is set in stone though, we might, we might not. At the moment it's just a thought at the back of our minds.
Just in case Santa has a memory lapse and forgets to bring me any books I bought my own today. We won't go to Bury now until the New Year and I can't be without a book to read over Christmas.
Thomas had his class Christmas party this afternoon, so it was non-uniform for him today. I also received a text from Amy's school telling me she's allowed to wear her own clothes on Friday, and I quote "for being a great student and a member of the school community".
Apparently, form teachers are issued with a list of who is and isn't allowed to wear their own clothes. If you're not on the list and turn up in non-uniform you get sent home. Amy says the teacher goes through the list at registration so those who are sent home already have their attendance mark and don't bother coming back as they finish at lunch time anyway. So the ones who haven't been 'good enough' to wear their own clothes and break the rule come off better anyway. Teenagers are smart little critters aren't they.
We're off to Matthew and Sophie's tonight to drop off Christmas presents. We're going out with them on Friday for a meal but don't want to be lugging this little lot around Manchester with us especially as two of them are bottles.
And finally, the answer to the catchphrase yesterday was breakfast. Sue over at 'Our Quiet Life in Suffolk' was very quick off the mark with that one. The peanut butter riddle seemed to have you scratching your heads though, although Mrs G's son got it. The answer is Diamonds! Yes, diamonds from peanut butter. I'll definitely be investigating the process in more detail.
A bit easier than yesterday I think.