I have sat here for hours reading through peoples secret santa posts and visited a few of the sites that I didn't know about which has made interesting reading. Thanks goes to Lyndji for setting all this up which goes a long way for people to find out more about each other. Well done

Hubby has gone out with the Wing Chung group for a chinese meal.

Kids upstairs playing quietly.

Dogs guarding the Christmas tree - well pressies magically appear there it is just knowing when.

And I am now going to get my pyjamas on, wrap up in my dressing gown and sit in front of telly with the remote control.

Nite nite everyone, sleep tight and don't tlet those bugs bite

Woke up with a splitting headache that is refusing to budge this morning.

Looked out of window and the fog seems to have worsened.

Big panic writing family cards, one didn't come with an envelope (why didn't I check) so eldest dashes to the corner shop to get another card for my sister from him.

Pack cards up with pressies for family, kiss kids goodbye (they can't come as Nan isn't in best of health) and off Nigel and I go to battle our way through the traffic to Enfield.

two hours later we arrive safely so that he can pop into the office to hand his timesheets in. Not without incident you understand, in fact I lost count the number of white vans that pulled out on us, the one that nearly knocked a cyclist of his bike, three that didn't have any lights on at all yet the fog was so thick at one point Nige had nose against windshield ( well not quite but you get the picture).

Head towards Mums house in Edgware. Decide going to avoid motorway and A1 as the traffic was nose to tail. Everything going ok until just outside Barnet, still travelling through fog, I point out I had been in that pub and surprised it is still standing when so many had been closed.

"Which pub" he says.

"the Arkley" says I.

"what side was it on" he says

"the left hand side" says I

" "he says "We are going the wrong way"

So now I am telling everyone we got lost in the fog!!!

Arrive at mums, presents distributed, chat with nan answering the same question at least half a dozen times. They have 'who wants to be a millionaire' on the telly and I am getting frustrated at the idiots who are phoning a friend or asking the audience when they are only on question 2. What is that about?

Anyway venture forth to go home. Takes about 2 hours when it usually is only half an hour, but we stick to the back roads all the way home and meet yet again the nutters who think it is ok to drive without lights, who want to overtake on sharp bends, the ones that toot because you are doing 30mph instead of 50 because you can't see!

Kids haven't killed each other, though as they say the night is young.

Just looked through the blogs and read all about me from my secret santa - Nixie thank you it was lovely.
http://boxoffrogs.blog.co.uk/

Oh well better clean teeth have a hygienist appointment to go to!