Happy Christmas

A few last minute jobs. The butcher had muddled my order and my small turkey wasn’t anywhere. As J’s mobility has further deteriorated and he needs a hoist to help move from the chair, it’s not realistic for him to come home. So there’ll now just be 3 of us. The butcher suggested that a breast on the bone (from the large turkey he had) might be best. So it’s probably better than the original plan.

A short damp walk this afternoon, and we’re sure the strong breeze was in our faces both directions!