|Let me blow my own trumpet..|
|....I don't do perfect gingerbread houses but if I did..|
Pretty darn good wouldn't you say? Modest ain't I. Well, this my friends, is the reindeers house and I came up with the idea that it should have its own raffle (normally its lumped in with the main raffle). I wanted to incorporate a Willy Wonka Golden Ticket type game. So in exchange for £1 the children will get 2 gingerbread reindeer in a bag. Within that bag will be a golden ticket whereby they write what they would like to call the reindeer (the one with the hefty mortgage on his sweety house) and drop into a shoebox wrapped with xmas paper. Then we can say "the winner of the golden ticket is....." At the time, I thought this is inspired. I have baked circa 100 gingerbread reindeer today which are being decorated (by my pta cronies at my house) tomorrow. I hope these things bloody well sell! Needless to say I've only worked out once this week.
My husband had his spinal injection today (he waited 5 hours for it) so had to drop him there and back with les enfants in the evening. I have so much to write about but so little time like turkey talk, over excited mums at Xmas time and what do I consider to be not feminist. An interesting blog post by Pint Sized Rants made me think about what does it mean when I say "I'm not a feminist" and the one on the back burner nurseries.
So I'm off to faff and not exercise. I hope to be back this week with tales of exercise and baggy jeans!