Hands Full

Hands full tonight, and in fact today, yesterday, tomorrow and Saturday!. Fiona is visiting her sister for a few days, so I am in charge of the clan. A huge bike ride/train journey was the first activity completed in Mum's absence, then today we popped over to see the 'Nicholson's' for a spot of rounders ( shouting and hitting ) and some dinner ( same thing ). This followed an hour at school for 'H', a trip to see the animals and a trip round the house with a hoover!.
Back to the story, baby Jessica was lovely, Jenny was too, but Kev only confirmed mine, and many others, view that he is very, very strange!. You would think that an old Christmas card that you wrote at the age of ten would normally be a lovely memory of years gone by, but no. The scene depicted by Kev was nothing short of mental.
Santa had six bullet wounds to his chest, an axe in his head as well as a needle, a knife in his side and a medieval 'ball and spike' wedged in his skull. An elf lay in a pool of his own blood, battered to death. Finally a psychotic, obviously envious but bizarrely chopped in half Rudolph was stood next to the grotto with Santa's name crossed out and his own in it's place 'Rudolph's Grotto'!. Who may you ask was this card for ?

To Mum and Dad
Happy Christmas
Love from Kevin

Need I say more!!!
It had us all in stitches though, Harriet's facial expressions summed it up and she didn't even see the card!.
Tomorrow Harriet will continue to dominate me, probably demanding a frothy coffee and her nails doing ( reminds me of someone !), then we will pick the older two up, go for a mammoth sea side walk and demolish some fish and chips. Finally on Saturday we are hitting the waves. By the time Fiona returns home, late on Saturday, the house will be immaculate, the children will be fast asleep and I will be ready to go, I just need a sister to visit !.

CH