I grabbed a few hours today to pop into the city while The Child was occupied at a mate's birthday party. When wrapping presents earlier in the week, I noticed a lack of frivolity in The Child's lot. Can't have that, even though she's more mature than either her father or me most of the time, she's only 12.
Problem solved after a pleasant roam around the department stores, which I do less and less of these days. Postively festive it was. Now for a quick wrapping session before she turns up at the front door.
Small Things Simple Pleasures