I can't believe how well I feel this morning considering that I must have drunk the equivalent of 16 bottles of champagne yesterday while playing a few rounds of putt-putt golf. It was Ben's xmas party; the booze was free and we only had a few hours in which to play golf, drink booze and eat a lot of food so we did it all at a harried pace in the heat of the day. Luckily the champagne and beer was icy cold and we were able to quench our thirst - a lot.

Anyway the lead up to Xmas this year has been fun for Henry. He's counting down the days until Santa comes and "brings him a whole lot of presents at once". He's tired of daycare and each day asks me how many more days he needs to go before we can go on holiday. Fortunately for him he'll have two weeks off and we'll spend most of that up north, camping in my sister's vast backyard.

The toy catalogues are thoroughly read as they arrive in our mail box - a mental list is made in his head and then he asks me to transfer that mental list to note paper so Santa will know exactly what it is he wants. The list is rather long and I've had to explain to him that Santa can't possibly bring everything he asks for because he has so many other things in his sack that not everything will fit. That answer doesn't really seem to be cutting the mustard though and either Henry will wake up terribly disappointed on Christmas Day or he will be so excited he will have forgotten about all the things he asked for but didn't get.