The Christmas Season.
We did the food, hit a new playground in a small harbour nearby, then home again.
The husband made fire.
Son#1 (PUBERTY!) was given freedom to go deliver home-made Christmas cards to his friends.
Son#3 is a Duplo Genius and built his own (!) version of the Eiffel Tower.
Tomorrow, in the afternoon, we'll have drinks with friends in the village.
Wish my mum could be here with us!