Xmas Day

The stocking is emptied, the presents unwrapped
Dinner is eaten, the kitchen ransacked.
Everyone now is lying down
The inlaws, the Olds and from my girls, not a sound.
I could head to the shed, and escape the riot
But that pillow looks comfy in the dark and the quiet
Perhaps later I could make sawdust and noise
But for now I think I’d prefer to zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Success, and failure- quick update

It’s late. Like 2:20am and I have finally finished wrapping presents, drinking Santa’s Drambuie, eating his mince tart and biting reindeer-sized chunks out of the carrot.

The first year, I took a boot, rubbed it in the fireplace soot and stamped a footprint or two. Note to self- not the greatest idea! The footprint was mostly gone by the following Xmas.

Around 1am, I had surprised myself, and had finished the kitchen (well, not finished, but still at. Stage I was happy with). I had screwed the knobs on, glued handles on and had hung the final door with wooden hinges I had just finished.

While lifting the unit (which weights a lot being solid hardwood construction!), it was too heavy for me in my tired state, and at one point while exiting the shed, I watched in slow motion as the door swung open too fast, hit the stop point of the hinges, which exploded into toothpicks.

Bugger.

At least the glue hadn’t dried, but what a pain. Oh well, easily fixed.

In the meantime, the kitchen is wrapped and ready for the big day,