Just One

Christmas has been and gone, food stockpiled and eaten, tree decorated, enjoyed and then stripped, presents bought, wrapped and distributed. 
All fine and dandy, but no.
Three parcels of presents were sent from England, only one arrived and that went straight to the post office for me to collect (and pay for the privilege) Brexit has a lot to answer for.

On a happier note I had a long chat with my dad this afternoon, the beleaguered NHS should be providing speech therapy, instead he has to make do with me, but that's fine, I have the time and a whole load of nonsense topics to get him chatting courtesy of my tame Germans.