home for Christmas

 It's been another week in grey wet England and what a lovely time we are having. Despite the lingering worry of catching COVID things are peaceful and restful. Christmas day was a lovely one, I went to church with mum, I'm still a little annoyed by how many 'with your spirits' that have cropped up in the prayers and call and response. My feet were very cold but is was good to get a descant of O Come all Ye Faithful out, even with the mask muting me a bit. 


I was very pleased by the feast I cooked up, enjoying an oven that stays at the temperature it says it is and, despite getting the pan size a little wrong I was very proud of the yorkshire puds that came out. We laughed lots, ate well and drunk a good amount of prosecco. We played cards and by 6:30 I was done in, in bed and fast asleep by 7pm. 

 The rest of the week, filled with cuddles, kisses and a few walks, able to catch up with a couple of friends too. Outside to be safe but very happy with the milder temperatures. It was hard leaving mum, but I take with me a lovely new set of memories and some very special items to remember my dad by. Many thanks to my wonderful and considerate sister. 

We headed up to Rugby on the Thursday and having arrived I had a surprise call reminding me of my scan. So after some very quick thinking and sorting out Asher and I planned to say off before the crack of dawn to get to Barts to get my full MRI. What a stroke of luck... All done by 11, a little fun with the injection site bleeding as I got changed, but back in time for a Mexican meal in the warmth of M and D's. 

I didn't quite make it to see the UK ball drop, but have had a lovely long sleep. 

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