We celebrated my nephew's third birthday yesterday; he's a splendid little man and I had the most excellent time playing and talking with him, and he still thinks I'm the best auntie in all the world. His brother though, doesn't seem to carry that conviction any longer: when he complained that on a recent school outing to London, they never got any time off to go exploring on their own, I said he was welcome to come with me next time I went, but all I got was a look -- you know the one, the deadly oh sure, I'm going to go anywhere with a responsible adult in tow-look. Fine! If that's the way he wants it, he can wait another year and a half until he's 18, and then he can go on his own, and pay for it out of his own pocket, too!
And I can't believe what a slowpoke I've been -- the Xmas cards are pouring in from far and wide and I still haven't done mine yet! I'm deeply ashamed of myself. Thank you to everyone who's sent me one; you'll get yours after New Year's, probably...I really should learn to plan ahead better.