15:46 and toasted

I love the steady trickle of vino that starts just after lunch and continues till bedtime - never enough to be drunk, as we quaff from egg-cups, but still, enough in its own right!

We’ve just been out to collect the turkey, red cut flowers, croissants, black pudding for the stuffing and pears for the Mouse as they’re his favourite fruit.

He’s stopped being sick for the moment and is much brighter and more mischievous - always a good sign; the fire is lit and the tree is tripping over the amount of presents beneath it! I can hear my father spinning a tale in the sitting room as I sit here in the kitchen typing.

I am happy. Really, truly, honestly and plainly happy. This is a first in a while for me.