Well...today was long.
Work was mercifully quiet, which means I got a lot done.
Then off to see Mum. She seemed...well, she was a bit more talkative, mainly because she had two of us there to tell off and boss about. But that's still progress, right?
Sam was there, which was nice. He's still quiet, like he always was. But we...get on okay. We're just virtual strangers to each other. He asked about John and the boys, awkwardly, because he was trying to use words that wouldn't offend, and he's clearly not used to it. But he still made the effort. I appreciated it. A lot, actually.
The ride down and back wasn't too bad. Lots of water about, though. So many floods.
And now...bed, because Sherlock will be awake before we know it, and chaos will take over, and there's dinner to cook and dogs to walk and presents to unwrap and games to play and doubtless many other things.
So Merry Christmas, all of you. And any of you who have a little light and warmth to spare, direct it to those not having such a great time.
(Now to go and try to tell Danger why all Santa's reindeer are girls...)