Eve

Up early getting last bits done and zip round friends dropping off cards. Somehow they feel more important this year when normally they are the first things to go when all becomes too much. Some doorsteps chats to friends in pjs, some who I haven’t seen for six months. Lovely
Home and back out, far too dressed up for lunch at Gigis which had been booked for Boxing Day til Bad BoJo took his scissors to all fun ( ok him and CoVi)
Lovely meal and the raspberry spritz went down like nectar.
Home, wrapping, a quick sprint round the golf course to gaze at the incredible sunset then duck for tea and Elf.
Not the same without my kids so a wee annual melancholy tear for Christmases past.
Cheers y’all
Now, where’s Santa?