Almost the end of Christmas

and just time to take a photo before the clock strikes midnight.

It's been a long day which started off with a 30 minute call to my Dad spent trying to convince him it was 9.00 in the morning and not 9.00 at night - that he should be getting ready to come in for Christmas dinner and not getting ready to go to bed.

I failed. And we resigned ourselves to spending the day without him.

But when Irene phoned at 13.00 to wish him a Merry Christmas he had no memory of my call and said he'd been sitting with his jacket on for ages waiting for me to come out and collect him.

So lunch was delayed while I drove out to pick him up.

Christmas isn't what it used to be.