Father Christmas

Yesterday was the meal at our rented house. Today was the visit. Our children and grandchildren had not had the opportunity to visit Dad and Barbara in their new flats. Dad and Barbara had been looking forward to them being able to come and see their new homes. So we had tea and coffee and biscuits and scrambled egg for 10 and everyone was impressed with how comfortable and warm everything seemed. My Dad had hardly had his underfloor heating on, and yet the windows were a little open and his flat was beautifully warm. And the sun poured in.