And so it begins.
November marks the start of the Christmas season here in West Norfolk, filling me with dread not joy. It's time for our school's annual German Christmas market. It starts with the story of St Martin (after whom the school is named) and descends from there on in to an evening of kids flying around the classrooms to look at numerous stalls selling everything from sweets to Christmas trinkets. I agreed to go for an hour with B and after a few short conversations with other parents, generally feeling sorry for ourselves, we headed home; B armed with most of her Christmas presents. Organised or what!? Must take after me.
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