So, here’s my very own garret (sp?), complete with skylight. Goodness knows what the previous owners used the dark, airless box for before. My companion is a present from one of the mister’s aunties. In the tradition of all good aunties, she only visits when she is loaded with presents. She’s generally known as Aunty Christmas, and I’ll let your imagination do the rest of the work.
All the girls got one of these Santas, after we all admired Aunty Christmas’s own one. As I said to the mister ‘my silence was misinterpreted’. But we have got quite used to having the old fella around now, and he is a good companion all year round.
My eldest boy is now slightly taller than Santa and soon my youngest will be five. I’ll let your imagination do the rest of that work too.