Now that most of my children are teenagers I appreciate the little rituals and details that make Christmas what it is. Sam and I have been decorating the tree - well, he decorates down one side of it and I change it once he’s in bed. When the others were small I had to have my own tree, so that I could bear to watch them draping theirs in a haphazard fashion and not interfere. I’m more relaxed about it now and love all the homemade, non-matching charm that a child decorated tree has. I read somewhere that lots of children have their own tree in their bedrooms now, but my children make too much mess in their rooms for that - theirs would end up being decorated with old socks...
Last year I went a bit mad drying oranges - across a floor in our house with underfloor heating. I’d tried various methods before finding this one. The slow oven made them too brown, the radiators were good, but not when the slices fell down the back of them - the big one in the bathroom would have been great, except for Sam jumping out of the bath and eating them when I wasn’t looking. This year my husband declared them a complete nuisance and so I bought them ready dried instead. Such a waste of a nice warm floor.
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