Introductory waffle, blah-di-blah-di-blah, hasn't there been a lot of wind and rain this week, gosh, yes, so there has, etc.
On to the good stuff:
Seven years ago, a bank I no longer bank with was a little bit late in sending me a letter and, as a result, they now owe me almost £100. Nope, I don't understand the logic, either. However, there's a cheque on its way - and just in time for all those December birthdays (SO MANY DECEMBER BIRTHDAYS) and the festive season, too - so hurrah for sloppy administration!
Neighbours, Everybody Needs Good Neighbours
And I've got one. Last Tuesday evening, a neighbour messaged me and asked if I'd like her to have Matilda the following day. WOULD I?! I had furniture to assemble, grey hairs to hide and - most importantly - chocolate I fancied eating right out in the open (rather than behind my toddler's back) so, yes, an unplanned afternoon to myself was exactly what I was needing.
More specifically: Matilda's new bed frame. More on that another day. For now, I'll just tell you that I don't believe any child has ever been as excited as she was when she found A PROPER BED THAT SHE CAN CLIMB ON AND OFF in her bedroom. No child. Ever. Nope.
I mean, the gingerbread people (people, people; none of this men malarkey) were delicious. But eating the raw gingerbread dough was even better.
An Evening To Myself
Don't tell Steve but I was quite glad he went out on Saturday night. I may have only spent the evening reading and pottering around on the internet, as usual, but at least I didn't have to feel vaguely guilty about neglecting him while I did.
There was another Aberdeen bloggers' meet on Sunday. I caught up with some familiar faces, met a few newbies, drank a hot chocolate which was 50% marshmallows and ate a rather lovely waffle.
Once again, my mum's visiting this week so I drafted this on Sunday. Expect bonus wonderfulness next week. Or at least a big mention of cake.
What have been the highlights of your week?
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