After declaring that I would keep a journal of Little Buttons funny’s for her to look back over in years to come, December seemed to be the month of her keeping unusually shtum. Was it all Father Christmas’ fault or…

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‘I hate to say it…’ said husband sheepishly. ‘The boilers stopped working!’.   Pause…   No speaking…   From anyone!   Our Christmas cheer turned into Christmas drear as realisation sunk in that we would be freezing our botts off…

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