Sunrise, Sunset

08:48 and 15:27.

What is it where you are?

To update, Laura did finally nap, the day that I hauled every toy and shelf and chair out of her room into the hall. Am I going to have to do this every day?

And thank you to all those kind people who refrained from saying, "Haven't you been playing fiddle since 1997? Shouldn't you be in Fiddle Level 14?"

The tree is up. Now it needs lights. And decorations. And presents! Claire was wrapping her sisters' and dad's presents yesterday and insisted that I write on the tag, "From Santa from the North Pole". And Laura has progressed from mumbling "Santa's scary" to shouting, "Santa's nice!" What swayed her was Ailsa's flashing Santa hat and a drawing I did that she carries around the house. She also goes around shouting, "May-ee, Josess, donkey!" and pulling the hair/veil/cloak/saddle/beard off all the Playmobil characters.Ailsa and Heather are getting Christmas Dinner in the school today, with "turkey, and that bread thing that's shaped like a bowl" "Yorkshire pudding?" "That's it".