since my last post. Probably the longest gap ever in the history of my blogging. And it became like anything else: the longer you put it off the harder it is to pick it up again. So I must crack on with it.
Where to begin? A quick round-up of the festive season I think. Not too much detail as that would only bore so a fly-past - appropriately as that is what Christmas does.
The weekend before Christmas saw us in Surrey visiting Elder Son, heavily-pregnant Daughter-in-law and GrandSon1. When I wasn't being Mr McGregor or Lily Rabbit, hopping around the place, I was dancing to singing penguins or deer-hunting in Windsor Great Park, so I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
Home in time for Christmas with the Italian in-laws when my uncle joined us for dinner on the day itself.
Younger Son did lots of cooking over the holiday including festive lasagne for Christmas eve dinner and ravioli for starters and nutella and vanilla ice cream for pudding on New Year's eve, making his own pasta, of course. I am so pleased I have children who can cook and who enjoy it.
As if we didn't have enough to eat we were taken out for lunch on the 27th to celebrate Nuora's birthday. Such a hardship!!
Daughter and her family joined us the weekend between Christmas and New Year and when GrandDaughter and I get together ice cream at Verdi's has to happen. (Everyone else - except younger Son and GrandSon2 - was very civilised and had hot chocolate or a drink.)
We celebrated the passing of 2013 with dinner followed by Anglo-Italian pictionary, and Prosecco.
And now it's all over.
Except Younger Son and Nuora fly out to Malaysia in less than a month, Daughter-in-law's baby's due date is today, and I still have books I want to get published. So here's to 2014 and all the excitement and adventure in store!