We are in the middle of a harsh winter here in the UK. Snow, ice and fog have been plaguing us since mid November and as much as I find the scenery stunningly beautiful it certainly makes driving more hazardous and impacts on daily routines. But as Christmas approaches the weather does seem quite appropriate and it reminds me of my favourite Christmas carol, In the Bleak Mid-Winter.
I was attempting to sing In the Bleak Mid-Winter in the car this afternoon. I say "attempting" because a little voice popped up from the back seat of the car;
"Mummy, will you please stop singing."
However, as I was in full vocal swing and pretending I was on the X Factor, I ignored Master Benedict's pleading.
A few seconds later Master Benedict quipped;
"I wish I could take a gun to my head."
Needless to say, I stopped singing.
Hmm. Master Benedict seems to have inherited my sense of humour and my phraseology. I'm not so sure that's a good thing for a 9 year old -I'm sure he's going to be trouble when he hits his teens!
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