Today was another day of facing the madness of approaching christmas. I had to go to town to take Ellie to Liverpool School of Performing Arts or LIPA as its known as. She only goes to the kiddies Saturday school, but its very good and she loves it so much, being a bit of a drama queen. Anyway, off we went into the chaos of Liverpool City Centre which is in the middle of its fantastic metamorphis - or the Big Dig as its known as - or something similar. Luckily, the roads were quiet, as Liverpool were playing at home today against Wigan and the supporters were safely ensconced in the ground before we set off. ( Hurrah - Liverpool beat Wigan and Peter Crouch scored his first goal) Unfortunately, our car was blocked in by two big vans that were there installing new windows over the road and a new wall and drive way in the M and K`s house. Totally unable to get safely out of the driveway, I had to ask k to manoeuvre the car out. Last time I attempted a similar feat, I bashed the car on the gatepost, so didn't want to repeat this. Hmmmm.
We got to LIPA in good time and dropped Ellie off for her class, which was to be a Christmas party too - being the last day until January 7th. In she trotted, wearing a pink wig and a feather bower, much to the bemusement of the rather serious young ladies running the class - that's Ellie though - and off we went into the centre of town. I headed off too the paper mill and bought some stuff for my latest card making endeavour. Little Evie was a bit scared of the Christmas lunatics, rushing round with frantic faces, grabbing stuff wildly off the shelves. Well, it is the 3rd of December! I must admit, they scare me too!
When we got back to LIPA, some drama students were rehearsing a play in the area where we usually wait for the kids. I`ve never seen such a depressing play - it was like one huge big eight-headed argument. Wont be going to see that!
Then a nice, kindly faced man in a Santa suit decided to sneak up on Evie, to give her a pleasant surprise - not knowing that she`s got a pathological fear of Father Christmas!
I must say, I`ve never seen Evie`s cute little pixie face so absolutely contorted with terror! When the screams eventually died down and Santa scuttled off shamefaced and crest-fallen, we went to fetch Molly who strolled out last bedecked in the pink wig and feathers. No-one else seemed to have gotten dresses up, but this didn't faze our Ellie. She was just delighted cos she`s managed to get Father Christmas`s autograph, in her new little book.
So, after this, home, a few glasses a White Zindanfel, and feet up to watch the "X-Factor" and "I`m a celebrity Get me Out of Here"
"Is Sharon Osbourne totally nuts?"
"Will Carol Thatcher win, I`m a Celebrity?"
Well, oh no! Is that really the time? 13.30 am. Bedtime for me a think!
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