In which we move to Aberdeen

I wonder how many mums – or women for that matter – have had a wee snottery bubble this month? Mine happened on the morning of Tuesday 18th December. The slipper boot wouldn’t fit in the washing machine, I broke a nail trying to force it and then I had a coughing fit. I felt pathetic and had a proper wail on the kitchen floor.

This December has been particularly crazy. Rod was offered a six month secondment to Aberdeen and three days later he was there. The wee man and I stayed in Glasgow, buying and wrapping presents, writing and posting Christmas cards, dealing with the flu which became a chest infection and searching the internet for a suitable place to rent. I’m quite proud that a few hoarse sobs in front of the washing machine were all that happened.

Eventually Friday arrived and we could drive up to Aberdeen and view a few properties. By a magical stroke of luck, we found the ideal home –  a new build in a lovely area, close to colleagues of Rod’s and with a playpark nearby for the wee man. He surveyed his new territory with approval

We get the keys mid-January so now we can finally relax and enjoy Christmas. We’re well again, we’re organised and we have so many lovely plans with friends and family. I wonder how many people are feeling this way today?

Meanwhile the wee man’s been preparing too. He’s working on a musical number for the post-feast entertainment

He’s been helping me tidy the house

And he’s learned a new skill which makes him even harder to contain.

Here’s to a wonderful Christmas and a very prosperous 2013 for all of us! x