We're running out of other stuff and I have to brave the pre-crimbo crowds just to get it.
...halp...
I have no idea how exhausted I'm going to be by the time I make it home, so if I am, the story for today will become part of tomorrow's twofer.
And on top of everything else... I need to make bread. Again. That will be starting tomorrow with the Grand Pre-Crimbo Unfuckening so MeMum can stay over for the big day.
Getting the kids involved more in the making thereof might help them respect the process. Though they're less than likely to truly appreciate enough for the supply to last a little bit. Or at least a little bit longer.
I can hope. Bread's complicated and takes a good long while to be realised. Having enough to last a while might end up taking me most of a bloody week if I don't watch out.
Wish me the best of luck with the Crimbo hordes.