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There’s something about that little ditty

It is the day-after-the-day-after-Christmas, and I’ve just said goodbye to my sister and packed her

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On the Tenth Date of Christmas…

…Timothy was brilliant, that’s what. I got a phone call at 4.30pm, while Henry and

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Six, Seven, Eight, Nine

We’re still dating. For number SIX, Tim made an incredibly snazzy naan bread pizza (ever

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On the Fifth Date of Christmas…

…FIIIIIVE GOOOOOLD RIIIIIIIIINGS! Ok, not really. But haven’t you always want to bellow that line

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On the Fourth Date of Christmas…

…we went to market with some lovely friends. Winchester Christmas Market, that is. Winchester is

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On the Third Date of Christmas…

…we embarked on the Great and Glorious Christmas Tree Hunt. I take Christmas trees very

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On the Second Date of Christmas…

…we had a Friday night Coen Brothers pyjama party with fancy hot chocolate, yum-yums and

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  • Each of them managed to give themselves a head bumphellip
  • Magenta as hell and not gonna take it anymore thesehellip
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  • This cots held all three of our babies I amhellip
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