I'm going to see Santa

Or as my phone keeps saying
Going on the satan express!

I was in bed last night around 7, I blipped and went to sleep. I remember waking around 11 to go to Wom, I also recall going to get a drink and some tablets in the small hours, but slept. The children woke around 5:45, 12 hours for Munchie!

After much deliberation we decided to go on the Santa express, up, dressed and ready to go. Arrived. Parked. Found Unki Jamie and boarded our train.

As smooth as ever getting from the train to see the big man. Munchie was scared but did manage to tell him her name this year which is progress. Two beautiful cuddly toys from Santa and promises of he would bring more presents at Christmas.

Caught a train straight back and then went to a pub for lunch. Slow service. Never great with two tired, under the weather chicken. Wom just about held it together before completely melting when he just wanted to be asleep. He slept going home, but then woke once back and was quite tearful for the rest of the afternoon. Munchie fell asleep around 5:30, nothing was waking her, so once again she's gone to bed in her vest and tshirt!

This bug they have both had is utterly horrid. It's totally wiped them both. Appetites are still far from normal. Tempers are still very short.

Tomorrow, I plan to do lots do jobs whilst daddy, Munchie and Wom go to see Great Auntie Joy, how many jobs v sleep is going to be a tightly faught contest.