I was starting to feel a teensy weensy bit smug. For the first time in over twenty years I was revelling in a completely stress-free run up to Christmas.
Five days to Christmas – all the presents were under the tree.
Four days to Christmas – fridge full, ironing done and I spent the day playing hookie on a trip to Cork.
Three days to Christmas – well hello vertigo. The room starts spinning and the doctor orders ten days rest and no driving.
It was all going too well right?
So dear readers my plans to tell you all about my trip to Killavullen Woods in Cork are on hold.
And so be it. The spinning has reduced to dizziness and I have loads of children more than willing and able to help. To be laid up wasn’t what I had planned, but things could be an awful lot worse.
I, for one, am counting my blessings this year.
I wish you all a peaceful Christmas – be kind to yourselves…