Christmas has arrived early here in middle England. (Please imagine huge grin and much bouncing up and down with excitement......And a plethora of exclamation marks!!)
There I was, wrapping presents, baking biscuits, and having just cleaned the bathrooms, not looking the most fetching, you can imagine, and Andrew and Ann arrived. It was lovely to see them, and they said please go to the kitchen while we bring in a parcel which still needed to be wrapped. So we did, and I carried on wrapping a present. Then I looked up, because it got REALLY quiet.
LOOK!!!!! MY DAUGHTER!!!!! THE ONE WHO IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN NEW ZEALAND!!!!!
IS IN MY KITCHEN!!!!! AND I AM HUGGING HER!!!
I had NO idea she was coming, nor did I suspect that my children were so devious! This has been planned for months, apparently, and my son and his wife arranged for her to come home for Christmas. Can you imagine a better Christmas present for this mother?? I am beside myself with excitement and still can't believe she is indeed upstairs asleep. Here. Home. With the family. My family is all here together. For one unbelievably special Christmas.
As she says..... one word sums this up. JOY.
Pure unadulterated joy.
Just excuse the shrieks and house-cleaning garb. I am still in shock.