Cracking into that advent calendar.
She came home to show us her newfound interst in life. Drinking.
Baldy bum boy was pleased to see her.
An innovative take on what a shawl can be.
A trip to the cinema.
Yeah, that newfound interest I mentioned...
She found Pamela at her Accom.
Back home the tree was trimmed up and ready...
...for mini Christmas. With the continuing tradition of books and hot chocolate.
Followed by a mini Christmas dinner of course.
Hate to say we told you. But we told you.
Some final preparations.
Then the big day. Look who was on santa's nice list.
There was even a bow (there's always time for a bow) made of rubber gloves on a granny trolley stuffed with cleaning products.
Yasss clean queen,
And a special pink Pamels of her very own.
Lily helped out in the kitchen. Well, passed out.
Then we all enjoyed a family Christmas round the two big tables, with games, an afternoon buffet and Strictly.
Twixmas kitchen party.
Then Lily headed to that there London and sacked off clubbing to see the sights...
..in the dark.
You see. But you do not observe.
Kitchen party is best party.
We saw the New Year in with frozen prosecco soaked grapes.
What a year! A levels smashed, unconditional Uni offer, New York, first year fashion student and already sorted for new flatmates and her first rented house next year. Here's to 2026 kid, we love you.
