From Daughter 2: some indoor sparklers. We'll keep them for Christmas.
And look! A deer which has turned to its left on the Advent calendar.
From us to her: some chocolate snowmen.
It's really difficult to get good photos of Grandson these days. He poses nicely, with dazzling smiles, but only for a second. And my camera phone has a delay so that I think I'm going to get a lovely photo but it turns out to be of the top of his head. Or he's blurred. He fairly whizzes about now.
In person, though, he's unbelievably delicious. Soft and squashy and smiley and enthusiastic.
Three days till Daughter 2 comes home for Christmas. Hooray!
(The cake, by the way, is a rich fruit one with sultanas, raisins, currants, mixed peel, cherries, almonds, eggs, sugar, flour, treacle and spices. Then I cover it with thick marzipan because we all like this except Daughter-in-Law and then ice it. Theoretically it should last for weeks. In practice - sometimes there's some left over by New Year's Day.)
Forty-five years ago today, Mr Life and I were on our first date. Goodness me. That does sound a long time ago.