Twinkling in the gloom

This afternoon N, our amazing home sitter, and I took Dad out for our Christmas “office party” to a nearby village pub. Outside it was incredibly wet and gloomy but inside it was cosy and festive and I had my first, and probably only, mulled wine of the season. Coming out of the pub the Christmas lights were twinkling away in the village. Lovely to get out of the house and see a little bit of countryside, even if the roads were flooded in places. This evening an hour long zoom chat with an old friend and an early night is on the cards after a very disturbed night.

Thank you.