Michael enjoyed ice skating in Cork and asked to be taken in Dublin so, this morning we went to a soulless suburban shopping centre and whirled around the ice. We both enjoyed it and he really got the hang of it. Nevertheless we did have one spectacular fall (he had lots of falls but when a grown-up goes down it is that bit more exciting). As he pointed out, his hand broke my fall and he does have quite a spectacular bruise. I, on the other hand, am finding sitting a bit of a trial.
I met a friend for lunch while Mr. Waffle and the children dutifully took down the Christmas decorations and took the tree to be recycled. All in all, most satisfactory.
Unrelated, did I tell you that I got my annual haircut before Christmas?
I went from this (it’s hard to take pictures of yourself, isn’t it, may explain why I look so angry and gloomy):
To this (see how much more cheerful, I am):