I'm A Cotton-Headed Ninnymuggins

Weekends seem to all be the same at the moment.  Too much booze, hung-over baby feeding, shopping and then rubbish TV at night.  Fortunately I gather that both the dancing one and singing one are coming to an end.

Cotton-Headed Ninnymuggins

Talking of too much booze.  The office Xmas party took place on Friday and this is going to sound snobbish but it was so naff and cheap.  Our management team have done a good job at convincing the vast majority, that the belt needs to be tightened (I guess a $2.5bn war chest isn't enough) but seriously.  I thin the hotel got the food from Iceland and staff from the X-factor audience......think that was the first time I've been served food by some dressed as an Elf.  


Enough whinging.  To be fair, they lay on free booze and let you invite a partner, so someone still has some Christmas cheer.


Still doing swimming lessons (can a 6 month have lessons?) on Saturday morning with the little man.  Not too sure if we'll do another term, I think I've picked up most of their techniques now and he's tough enough to take the cooler public pool.  Finally, we went back to the farm we used last year, to get our tree.  My inner snob came out again, when I realised I preferred the friendly farm folk in tweed over the tracksuit clad bunch at the Tesco roundabout.