The Home Office ...

... at Christmas.

At one point Dylan jumped on my shoulders and started knocking the decorations off the tree.

It was a bit of a slog of a day. But then the NHS is a bit of a slog at the moment, as we stare down the gun barrels of change (again). Not that I object to change per se; this is just too much like previous changes, a reorganisation for no good reason against a backdrop of money that doesn’t add up.

I really need to plan a different future... in the meantime at least there’s a bit of colour in our lives ...