Friday was the annual pilgrimage to the clubhouse at work to see Father Christmas. Emma was fairly sure that this was just some man dressed up but did periodically have to check with me that we weren’t going to see the real Father Christmas! We timed our arrival for a short queue and, although short, it wasn’t moving all that quickly. The children were in good spirits though and bore the wait well.
When the time came, the children were as wary of strange men in fake beards as they should be! Emma received a book (London – See Inside) which was a welcome gift. I’m withholding judgement on Duncan’s Farm Carpet Croquet (it was at least in a large box)! The DJ was winding up as we arrived in the hall so with mince pie and mulled wine consumed, we made for a quick getaway.