Boxing Day

Martin arrived home around five on Christmas Eve. The poor man was set upon as soon as he set foot through the front door. He looked shattered. Joe dragged him off into the sitting room to see the tree while I put the kettle on and got him something warm to eat. It's such a relief to be all together again.

Seb Lancashire rang on Christmas morning to wish us all glad tidings. He's not done that before, but it was good to hear from him and I thanked him for the present he left; a gorgeous framed picture of our house in the snow. I think Martin wants us to go over to his place later in the week but I'm not sure I want to go. Things seem to be moving in a direction I don't want them to go in, if that makes any sense. Probably not. But I will go for Martin's sake, and to let Joe see Seb's pigs, which he adores almost as much as our few sheep.

Anyway, Christmas Day itself was quiet, except when we all watched a film in the afternoon and Joe got helpless giggles halfway though. The dog started barking at absolutely nothing and almost knocked the tree down with his tail. We ate too many chocolates (as always) and I finished the drop of red wine left over from dinner while Martin had a sneaky kip on the sofa.

And today, Boxing Day, we're taking it easy. A walk later maybe, up on The Mound. We'll see.