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Phew !

All done (with 9 minutes to spare - it's 11.51 pm Christmas Eve).

: )

Presents have been bought and wrapped (thank you so much for those great suggestions), cards have been written and delivered, Rudolphs carrot has had been munched, and Santa's mince pie and mulled wine have been devoured and slurped.

I hope you got everything done in time too, and like me are now ready to enjoy the holidays.

And I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a great 2008, filled with love and happiness.

See you next year girlfriends.

I've done it again.

Yes, once again I've left everything to the last minute, and this year I've taken it to the highest heights. I have presents to buy for the wee ones  and I haven't a clue what to get them.They have both said they'll let Father Christmas decide this year, because Father Christmas always knows what children would really, really like.

?

( help me Father Christmas I need you ).

If you live in the south west U.K, and you see a woman wandering around a city centre doing a good impersonation of a bewildered chicken - that'll be me no doubt, so take pity, pat me on the head and say there there dear, it'll be ok come the day.

I have ordered a couple of things made by this company which are presents that will make me and the children happy - a carpentry set for Billy and a lovely sewing/knitting case for Molly. And there lies the problem - finding toys that Mummy doesn't mind spending money on.

My kids look at something and think it looks like a great toy.

Mummy looks at the same thing and thinks it's a pile of plastic crap.

Kids should never be allowed to have opinion until they are about 18 and old enough to move out I reckon. Hmmph.

Any ideas on presents for a 9 yr old boy and 7 year old girl ( who hates dollies with a passion) would be most gratefully recieved.

Anyhow, I'll put up some pics from the latest Cotton & Paint for those of you who are far more organised than me to peruse ( and that means probably every other Mum on the planet most probably).

: )

If there's anybody out there as unorganised as me ( unlikely) do tell and I will love you.

New York

Well, what can I say ?

When you live in a sleepy little village near a sleepy little town, in the south west corner of a tiny little country somewhere in Europe -   I guess it was like the visual equivalent of being on crack cocaine .

New York was tall. Very tall. When my sister told me to  'look up there, look at that'  and I looked up at a big old Mother of a skyscraper- I nearly fell over backwards.

And there were so many people. I waited for my niece for 45 minutes outside of Macy's on Black Friday, and after I counted 14 million people walking past me, I gave up and abandoned her.

And it was noisy, TOOT TOOT.. TOOOOOOOOT... TOOT TOOT.

And I haven't been told off so much since I was at school..

It started at the immigration kiosks..

" HEY YOU LADY- GET OVER HERE - HURRY UP !"

( my sister had already warned me not to try and be witty with the immigration people so I shut my mouth right up ).

Then we got told off by the bartender

"Come on ladies, whaddya want ?"

Then we got told off by the tour bus guide...

" SHUT UP, YOU LADIES UP THE FRONT - NOBODY WANTS TO LISTEN TO YOU "

Next we got told off by the man selling his wares somewhere near the Rockerfeller centre...

" LADIES - QUIT YACKING AND GET OUT OF THE WAY - YOU'RE STANDING IN FRONT OF MY STUFF- MOVE IT "

And then in the diner , we got told off for not knowing how we wanted our eggs ? Easy over ? Easy under ? Easy back to front - who knows ?

And do you know what ? I loved every bit of it

The noise.

The bigness.

The beauty.

The crabbiness of the people of New York that have to deal daily with idiots like me.

And most of all, I loved the strength and the dignity of the people of New York.

What a great place . I'll be back.

I love you New York.