It was 7.10 Christmas morning when we all trundled downstairs to see what Santa had left under the tree. All things considered, we got off lightly and even then it was Mud getting up which started the day and not Little Mudlet which, considering the state of hyper excitement she has been in this last week, was the first surprise of the day. Continue reading
Sunday this week was Mothers Day and, in true Mudlet style, using stage whispers to communicate to each other the importance of remaining quiet, my girls tried very hard not to wake me up too early. At 7.15 am, all pretense of trying to get an extra half hours sleep was forgotten and Mud called them in to give me my gifts which the girls had wrapped themselves, on Saturday afternoon.