Saturday morning saw a knitting marathon to catch the post, fingers crossed, for the last little parcel to make it to Germany in time for Christmas.
The husband was helping friends move house, so I bundled up the littles and we made the journey on the bus to Gloucester Cathedral (the real Hogwarts, by the way).
“Carols on the hour” turned out to be more than it said on the tin; a short service, which was just right in so many ways.
The choir, the music, the prayers for those affected by this week’s tragedies.
.. Today, I am casting on for another present which will only have to make it as far as our very own tree so very soon, trying to find the will to plan the week’s menu. Can’t we just live on Christmas biscuits?
Speaking of which, I burned another batch of them. I mean, really, isn’t baby brain supposed to begin to improve some time after the birth?
Holding the littlest one, grateful for all that is peaceful.
Weekending with Amanda