Or, if you prefer, happy 7th day of Christmas.
So this should be the day of 7 swans a-swimming. Sadly this day has had nothing so graceful about it, but (and this is just as well) has been thoroughly smothered, dolloped and doused in familial love.
To look on the bright side, Husby (who just told me he thought that "the character of 'Husby' should play a larger role" - this is it, hun) did highlight that delightful silver lining in one succinct sentence, but bear with me - we'll get to that later.
So. Last night. The Big Night. The evening we go out and wave a merry goodbye to the Old Year we've struggled through and welcome in the New Year with good cheese, 14 year old port, fireworks and (apparently, London) Willy Moon.
Today, first of the New Year, we were meant to be going out en masse, bringing the kiddies to the beach. Alas, Neff was poorly (auspicious) and stayed behind while a tired, sad and crying niece (auspiciouser still) was brung to the beach (fear not, she chirped up after a nap and some food), which was packed fullerer than I've ever seen it before In. My. Life. Because the day was sunny, shiney and beautiful. 100% on the good weather so far, '13.
An early return and an invitation to stay for tea later, things were looking up. Snug in front of a coal fire, 2 games of Scrabble and some telly (a treat cos we haven't one at home) with lovely family, it finally drew to a natural leaving point. So we did, and returned merrily home.
To find what looked like Husby's bike lock on top of our neighbours' bike shed in the driveway...and upon entering our garden, discovered that thieves had broken in (again) and stolen Husby's bike.
Cue a phonecall to the police (why do I know their non-emergency number off by heart?) who have no leads at this time, but were very sympathetic. Husby suggested to them to try the same guy who took it last time, which I hope they'll do.
Happy 2013, folks.
So as we recovered, Husby turned to me and remarked "Well at least you're not dying."
How's that for a silver lining? Ladies and Gents, we have a winner.
On a whole other subject, how come there isn't a Google answer for 'Post-miscarriage, how many months will it be before I can be a few days late on my monthly without panicking it's going to happen again?'?