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12.18 – 12.24
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Sun Dec 24 2023 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)
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Life

We had a plumber out to fix the hot water. He in turn called out an electrician. I was surprised and relieved to find that it could all be fixed relatively simply without any work required on our laughably decrepit boiler. I’d already spent an imaginary small fortune on it (and imagined a winter without hot water), so even though we ended up paying two people to do something (apparently) fairly basic it somehow feels like we dodged a bullet.

I’m so tired of the little man bringing everyone down by screaming his head off at nursery drop-off, I told him I didn’t care what he did (more for my own benefit than his). The first day I tried this strategy, he didn’t cry. The next day he did, but true to my word, I didn’t care – turns out my problem was more to do with managing my own expectations rather than his.

I had a lot of fun hanging out with baby girl this week. She’s still a massive mummy’s girl, but the shrift I’m given isn’t quite as short as before. She does still frequently demand to be continually held on pain of hugely disproportionate screaming. I’ve been listening to a lot of old skool hip-hop, deep house, and UKG with her – none of that ‘wheels on the bus’ bollocks this time around.

We drove up to Beverley on Thursday. Bluey the aging Vauxhall Corsa gave a good account of himself and mercifully the traffic wasn’t too mad. The kids were both pretty great (even when the little man, inevitably, had to puke). Saw Johnny, over from Ecuador, for the first time in about 18 months and met my niece (born a week after baby girl) for the first time. She’s painfully cute and (irritatingly) good natured.

There are a lot of people staying in the house. There are a lot of dynamics. I’m doing my best to fly under the radar.

A trip to the local garden centre had been arranged for a painfully shit Santa’s grotto experience. I mostly felt sorry for the kids – they don’t need any more gaslighting at this time of year.

I’m impressed we’ve managed to get the little man to sleep at a reasonable hour on Christmas Eve. He’s beside himself with excitement. I really hope there isn’t too much of a backlash if/when it transpires Santa has totally fucked it.

This site

:has support landed in Firefox 121 so the totally pointless ‘theme switcher’ now works there (I mean I haven’t actually checked this because I currently only open my laptop to facilitate CBeebies consumption, but it should).

Listening

TIL

Running