A dorm room quality

This is such a different night from last night.

My daughter is having a friend sleepover.  It is only the 3rd time this has happened.  The 1st time her little friend slept side by side and almost spooned (at the age of 6), so sweet.  The 2nd time ended in disaster, as her friend wasn't ready to be away from home, so at midnight her mummy had to come and get her.

Now my child can sleep anyone and everywhere, but not every child can.  So with this 3rd attempt, I was hopeful, especially as we now have a fabulous inflated bed.

And sure enough, it is peaceful.

I mean really quiet.

I'm going to risk having a bath, but I think this one is going to be a success.

Oh no....now the flood gates are open.....I see more sleepovers looming on the horizon.

It's worth it.  My child was so happy to have her friend here.

White Stuff

Went to bed last night, knowing that it was going to snow a lot more, as it had already started by midnight.
And oh what a lovely sight greeted us upon opening the curtains this morning.
Child is ecstatic!

Unexpected...

Last week, on Tuesday to be precise, I was invited to Thanksgiving.
To set the scene, last week was one of the maddest weeks that I've had to date, in a long time.
I had two assignments due.
One was a 5 minute speaking presentation on Thursday and the other was a multi-faceted, 2 part 2000 word essay, with references and bibliography for Friday.
Plus I had normal work, normal chores and normal running around after child's busy social life.
Having made the decision to go to Thanksgiving, I suddenly realised that I needed to 'bring' something. I couldn't go empty handed.
Quickly, what should I do?
Why...make biscuits of course.
And that's what I did, a quick, batch of fresh chocolate chip biscuits.
Now to the problem of what to wear???
That was the easy part, black tuxedo trousers, patent mary-janes, sparkly black top, fitted wool jacket, long cashmere coat (also black), pale pink pashmina scarf and big silver ring.
Slightly over-dressed but that was remedied by throwing my black turtle neck jumper on, mainly to keep me warm. It was a freezing night, not good for the walk from the bus stop to their house.

But Thanksgiving was wonderful and I soon warmed up. The hostess is a new friend, an American who married a Londoner. She and her family welcomed me into their home, along with 5 other friends. It was such an interesting group of people. A journalist, a research doctor, a social worker, an architect, a top hair stylist and me........a newbie student. The conversation was, for the most part, riveting and the food divine.
Sitting there, it occurred to me that I had a lot to be thankful for.
I've been healthy for almost a year.
I've started dancing again.
I'm on a path to a new career.
My child is happy and well, except for a stinking cough.
I have a plethora of amazing friends.
And I've met a lovely man.
I am where I want to be at this moment in time.
This was my first Thanksgiving since my divorce.
And for all of the above, I am truly thankful.