... are the best days.
Sarah is home. Eight glorious weeks of everybody under one roof. This afternoon after school the tree went up.
With Christmas carols playing loudly, accompanied by raucous out-of-tune girls, Mr Buble filled the house with joy.
Fairly lights are strung along the verandah. For the second night in succession we've eaten dinner out there
and will continue to do so through these Summer months.
Tomorrow the excitement continues.
We've an eleventh birthday to celebrate.