I managed to get up at a respectable hour this morning and say goodbye to Jon before he left for Christmas. Tidied the house (again), packed, ate toast, drank coffee, wrapped some presents, then said goodbye to Francis and set off home.

I got the same train to Reading as Graham, and took the only photos of the day (tut tut, I know) - a shockingly poor quality shot of me looking sad about saying goodbye for a couple of weeks, and Graham... not. What a bumhead.

I struggled home from the station with my heavy bags in the horrible weather, and was met halfway by Ma and Dog. Saw Harry for the first time since September, had fooood, printed more cards, watched Strictly, bed.

I'm sleepy.