It has been a strange week, with the good, the bad and the downright ugly all mashed up together. Abominable child behaviour combined with high humidity saw L in time out at least fifteen times. In the heat he becomes a wild animal and on one particularly vile day ran away down the road in his underpants (he didn't want to do something compulsory like get dressed), weeping, swearing and laughing like a devil at the same time. He then locked himself into the bathroom and I had to climb through the window to rescue him because he couldn't get the door open again. The very next day, Neil did a big sloppy green poo right in the middle of the cream living room carpet. Give me strength. The good things are: a neverending supply of strawberries, the calming little lights on the Christmas tree (which didn't fall down this time as I wedged it into its bucket), nostalgic Christmas songs on the radio and the winding down of work. No scrabbling round malls for last-minute presents, no freaking out about unfinished cards... I like this new simpler way of doing things.