I Miss You Already

These are the two people that have made Christmas term past too quickly and too sweetly. I made Siân try mince pies this morning. She gagged and retched a little, then ate two pies filled with jam and felt much better. She dried my hair. Lauren sat on the sofa opposite me and we studied quietly for a bit. We started watching Miracle on 34th Street, but I got a bit upset when they put Kris Kringle in Bellevue and we stopped. I made a final spaghetti bolognaise. We packed quietly and separately and then put a spot of makeup on, drank a little wine and went out to Live Lounge.
It was wonderful. I bruised my finger on my head, I think.
The queue for the taxi was endless, so we walked home in the rain, belting out "Be Our Guest" at the top of our lungs and clutching McDonald's bags. We sank onto the sofas together, very nearly drifting off to sleep.