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We're back from my mother's house, where we didn't see any cousins or my aunts and uncles and so on because of the possibility of my children being chicken pox carriers because a child they played with came out in spots two days after the playdate. The 21-day incubation period ends on Sunday.
So we didn't see my aunt, or my uncle who wanted to take us out to lunch, or my eldest sister and her three children and her bump, or my next sister and her new baby whom we've never met.
Linnea was COMPLETELY unimpressed.
I wasn't very interested because I got yet another bloody chest infection either on the plane or as soon as we landed in Cork Airport; it's one a lot of people in Cork have had lately and I followed the usual pattern, and passed it on to my mother.
She and I have decided that I will not fly to visit her in winter any more. Last time I was seriously sick was when I slept in my sister's flat, which had - as she warned me - mould on the walls.
However, apart from everyone being ill, we had a lovely time. My mother had ordered an organic turkey from a local farm. We shopped for veg at Midleton Farmer's Market, where I pointed Darina Allen out to an underwhelmed Rob, and then Mum and I did Christmas Stocking shopping over a period of two days.
The girls opened one gift each on Christmas Eve - the largest ones - and they were so good we resigned ourselves to paying for checked baggage on the return flight. On Christmas morning we all woke up and waited for each other to come to before opening stockings, and then we cooked dinner - Rob did the donkey work and I did the stressing and the potatoes were soup and the sprouts were mush but the ham and the turkey and the other veg were lovely. Rob had never made non-packet-mix stuffing before.
My gift included a magic bottle of bee something with manuka honey which Mum and I started taking and it really did seem to ease the coughing.
I spent the 26th in bed and Mum spent the last three days in bed and she's going to the doctor on Friday but I feel fine so I'm not.
And now we're home and well and happy and it will all be good.
Rob got to spend a lot of time with the girls, and that's always good. And we took photos of the visit and had prints made up for their cousins. And we'll have to go again, perhaps when the new baby is born - should be about a month old at Easter, so maybe then. But we'll go by train and ferry, which is easier and far more pleasant. And much, much cheaper.
So we didn't see my aunt, or my uncle who wanted to take us out to lunch, or my eldest sister and her three children and her bump, or my next sister and her new baby whom we've never met.
Linnea was COMPLETELY unimpressed.
I wasn't very interested because I got yet another bloody chest infection either on the plane or as soon as we landed in Cork Airport; it's one a lot of people in Cork have had lately and I followed the usual pattern, and passed it on to my mother.
She and I have decided that I will not fly to visit her in winter any more. Last time I was seriously sick was when I slept in my sister's flat, which had - as she warned me - mould on the walls.
However, apart from everyone being ill, we had a lovely time. My mother had ordered an organic turkey from a local farm. We shopped for veg at Midleton Farmer's Market, where I pointed Darina Allen out to an underwhelmed Rob, and then Mum and I did Christmas Stocking shopping over a period of two days.
The girls opened one gift each on Christmas Eve - the largest ones - and they were so good we resigned ourselves to paying for checked baggage on the return flight. On Christmas morning we all woke up and waited for each other to come to before opening stockings, and then we cooked dinner - Rob did the donkey work and I did the stressing and the potatoes were soup and the sprouts were mush but the ham and the turkey and the other veg were lovely. Rob had never made non-packet-mix stuffing before.
My gift included a magic bottle of bee something with manuka honey which Mum and I started taking and it really did seem to ease the coughing.
I spent the 26th in bed and Mum spent the last three days in bed and she's going to the doctor on Friday but I feel fine so I'm not.
And now we're home and well and happy and it will all be good.
Rob got to spend a lot of time with the girls, and that's always good. And we took photos of the visit and had prints made up for their cousins. And we'll have to go again, perhaps when the new baby is born - should be about a month old at Easter, so maybe then. But we'll go by train and ferry, which is easier and far more pleasant. And much, much cheaper.