I always seem to notice that the "Christmas season" seems to move so swiftly on once Christmas morning breaks. There is so much build-up -- all the shopping, the preparing, the carol-singing, the wrapping, the cooking, the even getting-emotional-about-the-birth-of-the-Baby-Jesus...and then all the presents get opened in a rush of torn wrapping paper, and all of a sudden it seems like a distant memory.
We headed back to London on Tuesday, which was Boxing Day (observed) here in the UK. Because of the way Christmas Day falls this year, in a calendar-sense, most people had Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday off. On Wednesday we thought we would have an adventure into town to see the dinosaurs at the Natural History Museum. Apparently we were not alone in having that thought, and we had to queue with hordes of people to get into the museum, and then again to see the dinosaurs, which were a lot of fossils as well as the big attraction - an animated T. Rex which seemed to scare Blake a little ("if we'd known you'd be scared, we wouldn't have stood for half an hour waiting to see him" I felt like saying, but held my tongue...).
On Thursday, Chris, Anna and Joseph came to visit - we hadn't seen them in a long time so it was nice to catch up; always amusing to see Noah and Joseph together, progressing along in their similar ways. And then all of a sudden, it's New Year's Eve...if any week epitomizes how quickly time flies, it has to be the week between Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve!