I'm going ice skating tomorrow! There's a temporary ice rink in the city centre, so as my wonderul sister is looking after my children, Husband and I have decided to get into the festive spirit and spend the afternoon ice skating, looking round the Christmas markets, sipping mulled wine and generally just getting nto the Festive spirit.
I'm in a bit of a dilemma, though, Folks. I'll start at the beginning. I've been ice skating a grand total of 2 times. Both times, I ended up with a bruised bum and bruised pride. I know I can't skate, so why do I have visions of me gracefully gliding round the ice like a figure skater? The logical part of my brain is telling me I'm going to look like a cat wearing rollerskates. So, here's the dilemma. I'm thinking of perusing the Christmas markets and sipping mulled wine before the ice skating, hopefully that will numb me enough that it won't hurt so much when I fall, and I won't care how much of an arse I look. On the other hand, I'm more likely to fall over after a cup or two of the red, spicy stuff. What to do, what to do?
Ah, who am I kidding. We all know I'm going to end up shuffling round the edge, clinging on for dear life while experienced skaters whizz past me.
Until next time,
Crazy Mother
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