We have finally got a private appointment to see a Paedeatric Specialist (5th January). My little one just cant understand it? The little honey is only 5 and is a little confused....

"What do you mean?  I need to see another doctor to show them I am OK? Eh!?  Am I poorly? Really? So the nice lady will let us go to Australia if I talk to her and lett her look at me?"

I've already promised her that we'll go somewhere nice for lunch if she performs (at our medicals she cried and wouldnt talk or let the panel doctor touch her or even look at her).

Well, we are all tidy and ready for the big fella himself coming down the chimney. All three little un's have already decided what we're leaving him, a generous selection of drinks; milk, sherry, orange juice or a can of lager!  A mince pie, Christmas cake, carrots not only for Rudolph, but for the Donner, Blitzen, Cupid, Dasher, Pranzer and Comet (Is that everyone)?  At the moment they are writing him a thankyou note for the pressies (even though I've told 'em I'm not sure if he's coming or not!?)

I'll be suprised if he can make past the hearth at this rate!

I hope everyone has a trully Merry Christmas, and all the best for 2009 no matter where you are in this wonderful world of ours.

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