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Back from mothers'. That was a very blah few days, due to me being out of sorts and mother being...mother. I have lost count of the amount of times since Monday she's said, 'do you want to take some potatoes/biscuits/cheese/bread/eggs/whatever + infinity with you when you go?' and I would reply, 'No thanks, I have some at home/don't like that/won't use it.' ...and yet, I seem to have arrived home with a car full of things that she thinks I ought to have anyway. Case in point:

*Monday, approx two hours after my arrival*

Mother: *brandishing dusters in frankly alarming manner* How many do you want?
Me: *stares* ...what?
Mother: You can't let the dust build up you know!
Me: *wondering where the hell this came from as no duster early warning siren had been sounded* ...I don't. What are you talking about?
Mother: Two then! *peels two off a pack and disappears*
Me: '...'

So far I have unloaded cheddar cheese, bread, pringles, half a pack of salami, a bag of potatoes, lemonade, two half packs of Christmas biscuits (she had two packs and split each one in half so I could have some of both, then informed me I couldn't eat them until Chrimbo despite me telling her that I don't have a tin to keep them in so they'll go soft), one large tin of Christmas chocolates (half Roses, half Quality Street, sealed with sellotape so I can't eat them until Christmas because of course I will be confounded by sellotape), a Christmas pudding, half a Stollen, a lemon, apples, half a tub of butter, satsumas, half a jar of raspberry jam, a jar of peanut butter and a partridge in a pear tree. Not to mention the wall clock, the room thermometer, a random wooden thing (a toy for the baby? Am not sure), the aforementioned dusters, two cushions and a pack of Babybel cheeses complete with Christmas motifs.

Honestly, any time I go within ten feet of her house I end up needing a bigger car to take all the stuff home with. Which is sweet of her but it would also be nice if she listened when I say no. Bah. Whatever. She has bought me a new ipod for Christmas (80gb! Hurrah! Room for all my tunes!) which is fairly awesome of her so I suppose I should take her pig-headedness with good grace. I even put on a brave face when she dragged me off to help her buy a laptop - a singularly useless enterprise seeing as she doesn't really want a laptop but just thinks she should have one because her sisters tell her she should. She asked me what she was looking for in a laptop - I told her she only needed the most basic features because she's useless with computers (wasn't that blunt obviously). Then she asked the shop assistant the same thing and was told exactly the same thing, then pretended she didn't understand, then asked about all the other stuff she needed, then decided she didn't want one after all because it wasn't worth it.

And then went to two other shops and repeated exactly the same conversation with two other unsuspecting assistants. Eventually she bought herself...a new TV. *bangs head on wall*

Anyway. Evie has been paraded in front of everyone and declared gorgeous by all. Naturally! *beams* She has grown massively and is still sleeping through the night. Yay!

The weather is absolutely freezing and foul and pouring rain and gale-force winds and I love it! I am starting to regain some Chrimbo feeling as it had all but disappeared, due to baby!distraction etc. But I have an awesome advent calendar and now I have some Chrimbo food and this weekend I shall embark on the mission that is fitting a large Christmas tree into my frankly small car. And I shall make more awesome mince pies and listen to carols all weekend! Thus, it shall feel like Chrimbo. *nods*

And! Massive thank you to the peeps who gave me love on the Bar love meme thingy. Thank you! Was very chuffed when catching up on flist and Milliways reading. *loves on all madly*

Righto, got to bath and feed baby and then sleep because although the drive home was not tiring, unloading the mountains and mountains of stuff from the car was.