Christmas this year would have been great, but for one thing that blighted the whole.
As with last year, we decided to stay at home on the morning of the 25th. We had a fairly relaxed start, followed by the opening of our presents, then lunch, and then I took the children off to my parents' for a bit. LC remained at home to look after Lion.
At my parents the children continued the Epic Unwrapping and spent a little time with some of their cousins. And then we went on to LC's parents', where LC joined us. We had a relatively relaxed Christmas dinner, then home, a quick watch of the final episode of "Ghosts" (which was great, but for my money wasn't the tear-jerker of last year; still a good way to end). And then bed.
Unfortunately, a bout of illness marred the whole thing - on Friday I started to come down with a sore throat, which just got worse on Saturday, worse again on Sunday, and then LC was hit hard on Monday, just in time for Christmas. Naturally, this kicked off just as the doctors and pharmacies were closed for four days.
We tried really hard not to let it impact on the day, but it wasn't without it's effect - hard to enjoy turkey dinner when anything you swallow feels like broken glass.
Oh well. It could all have been a lot worse - this year more than most I've been sorely troubled by the horror stories from people whose Christmases have been limited or non-existent. So, yeah.
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