The family that plays together stays together....if that is true, then we shall be together forever!
Saturday morning herald in with Barbies on a tray. We were all given one and then had to act out fairy tales dictated by Zelda. Afterwards, Zelda went downstairs to watch Mon Petite Pony. This is a video all in French, so we did not mind her watching it for quite a long time. She practiced her language skills while we got to have some us time. Showers and breakfast followed.
Dur8ing the afternoon we went to TK Max to see if I could find something to wear to my interview on Tuesday. No luck. I am going to look a bit dated, a bit Alley Mcbeal meets bank teller! Following the clothes hunt, it was off to the BIG Tesco to finish our holiday shopping. It was a quick two hours, but we got what we needed with out stress and Zelda had fun going down the isles and retrieving the items and putting them in the basket.
Next up was to look for a tree. We came out empty handed. It will wait until Tuesday when Zelda has a day with her daddy and I am on my interview.
By the time we got home, it was dark and cold. we were all tired and ready to eat a pub style meal prepared by me! Chips, bangers, breaded shrimps and peas. We were all asleep by 9:30pm.
Sunday morning was a repeat of the Barbie show. I went into town to look for clothes again and Zelda and her daddy wrote Christmas cards. When I got back we ate lunch and then got dressed up to go to our neighbors for a Christmas party. Everyone in our close was invited.
At 3:30 we headed into town to go to the Cathedral to see the lighting of the tree and the blessing of the crib. Zelda was wearing a long purple shimmery dress with beading and she sailed around the place like she owned it! There is presently an American vicar visiting the cathedral. He is from Chicago. He noticed Zelda and said, "perfect, how beautiful". Does he know about my blog?!
We went to the Gala Theater cafe afterwards for a drink. It was lovely to watch all the families coming in and celebrating the season. There was no pretense like in France. Just real people of all shapes, sizes and economic circumstances.
Six o'clock and it was time to walk home. The evening air was chilly but embracing. The moon was nearly full and illuminated everything in its path, including us three. It was perfect.
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