my christmas wish.....

We were all sitting round the table a couple of weeks ago (a rare occurrence -must have been between sport and the Simpson's and probably the internet connection was down....) however we were discussing our christmas wishes. Fergus wanted a lap top, a mobile phone, a router for his bedroom, a hoodie and a t-shirt amongst other numerous small gifts -mainly sweeties and hair gel I think, although now he hasn't had a haircut for 4 months he says he has "moshing hair" -that apparently means it moves (which is good) when he vigorously moshes,(the 2000 version of pogoing/headbanging) which he practises every day infront of the bathroom mirror -when he is not forensically examining his "tash and skin for any suitable squeezable eruptions.
Archie is not very good with words. So his sentences always start with "you know that.....and include "like" in unlikely places" which invariably I dont or have forgotten. As in you know that advert, you know that time we were in that like shop, you know you that said like I could have that like thing.....it's all deeply incomprehensible I do the dreadful mother thing and totally zone out, I say I cant remember so automatically, because mostly it's true and I need an interpreter for him, as he takes so long to say the nub of what he wan't to say.....I cant think where he might get that from!!And as for Fin, he'd "quite like" a great number of things - from "Id quite like my own quad bike" - to "I'd quite like some lego" and incase he has your full attention proceeds every advert on the telly with "I'd quite like that too" -ever the optimist. Hedge wants a dirty weekend in February. I said knowing the weather in February he could get dirty every day, which obviously wasnt what he meant.But having sworn I wasnt going back to London with him after last years high maintenance fiasco when iw as exhausted before we left - Im not sure that lying in the bath for four days might clean up his ideas a bit, and we still have an option on a really isolated house on the west coast of scotland which is a four hour drive away from civilisation -but seems tempting at this time. For me, I only want peace and quiet, and this morning I have it as they have all gone to Aberdeen to do their own brand of shopping. i rather depressingly didnt want to remind my husband that Ive crept up another knicker size this year, and when he asked if I wanted anything in particular I managed to avoid the vague "oh anything will do darling" as I remembered the hideous A line red skirt he presented with a flourish one year - here - he said I bought you something you would never buy yourself......well for very good reason - I think he imagined I would look buttoned up slutty - but I resembled a pillarbox crossed with the back end of a bus. He also didnt do well with size 10 pants -even though they were white, or the year he gave me 3 diarys, forgetting that I had already dug out my London filofax and reverted to that. So peace on earth would be fine, or at least on my little patch on Woodend. Rather like peace on earth I suspect that might be like asking for the moon.