Letterbox

Started the day with a walk into Chester. A bit of food shopping and a wander around the Christmas Market. Bumped into a friend from Windermere who has been helping run one of the stalls. He treated us to a glass of mulled rum - very warming and delicious, but quite potent as we both fell asleep after lunch!
So it was a bit later than planned when we left to head home, and there were still relatives to see. We put some flowers on my dad’s grave and then headed up the Wirral to see my Aunt and Uncle. They were in fine health and, to keep them that way, we stayed outside so as not to infect them with any of our germs. My aunt is mum’s sister and she is equally concerned about her as the rest of the family. But she has also encountered the stubborn resistance to any offers of help or assistance. It seems we are all in the same boat and just have to see what happens next year.
I spotted the post box cover as we drove away and thought it would make a good blip. I wonder how many letters and cards are trapped inside, waiting for the posties to not be on strike.
A slow and dark crawl up the M6 finally saw us home in time for tea. But very little chance to relax as I’m out at Panto rehearsal again this evening. I’d like to say I’m going to have a restful day tomorrow but instead we have to go out and fight the good fight in the supermarkets to try and get something of a seasonal nature to eat over the festive period…