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Happy Chrimbo one and all. I wrote that in a card to Nancy's friend and she added in a caveat to explain that this "was just nonsense" that her father writes. I've never been so proud, well nearly. At her school's Christmas fair there was a special no parent room into which no parent could step foot as inside its protected walls were presents that children could be bought for their primary carers (no platform for parental bias). Nancy emerged with a tastefully wrapped guftly package that was smuggled under the tree. On opening it, she had nailed it. Her mother received a classy set of snowman earrings and her father received a cherry and almond body scrub. I've never been so proud. Or so nicely scented and soft skinned - which is great when you spend your days toiling at the coalface of the civil service which can leave you skin callused and dry. 

In the run up to  Christmas Nancy also starred in her nativity play as Donkey #2, which for those of you who don't understand the bible stpry (Sash - it's not about refugees  but about the mechanics of the state and the census), played a significant role in the birth of Jesus Christ, the only known child to have slid into his  mother via her ear.  She sung, read her lines with aplomb and really managed to capture the true essence of asininity. Happily her core, unimpeachable irreligiousness quelled any sense that it might be a true story.

Nancy had a truly lovely Christmas and so to the readers of this blog, who were responsible for this, we offer unending thanks. Beyond the legion guftlies she has moved into her new home - the top bunk of a shared bunk bed - and without wanting to get all moist eyed never has an Ikea bunk-bed generated such overwhelming joy. She was tickled pink. And so far she hasn't managed to fall from the top and is sleeping so very well the impending destruction number three will bring unto us feels even greater. Bugger. But then Byng Bong will be a delight in other ways and by 2023 we'll be back in business. We're following a Brexit timeline but our timeline ends with more sleep rather than economic destruction and the Breitbartisation of our collective souls. 

To overcome that bleak final note, here are some pictures of Nancy in various lovely guises.