“There is no room at the inn”

Starring roles in this year's nativity play were handed out last week and Joseph came home quite disappointed (and a little confused) that one of the starring roles, namely that of Joseph, did not automatically go to him on the grounds of his name.

“But James isn’t called Joseph. I am”, he wailed.

When I asked him what he was doing, he rather sadly pointed out that he will be “sitting at the end of the bench, singing songs”.

Don’t worry my love – maybe next year.

On a happier note, Annabel has taken to her new bed with gusto and one of my worst fears has thankfully been dispelled.

Being such a light sleeper, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to sneak into her room to tuck her in last thing at night as I do with Joseph but her new bed clothes (and flannelette pyjamas) are obviously aiding restful sleep, as she lies there peacefully while I straighten her quilt and smooth her blanket.

Result!