My dil is a stinker at the best of times but she's really annoyed the hell out of me today. I offered to take the grandkids (5 and 8) out to see Father Christmas at a local grotto this weekend. My dil turned round and said I needn't bother as she'd informed them that he's not real anyway! I was totally floored and lost for words (doesn't happen often!) What is Christmas to child without the jolly man in a red suit? What kind of mother robs their children of that experience?
Last weekend, in Rutland, the first statue in Britain of the late Elizabeth II was unveiled.