It's Christmas morning and the Mac family rituals have begun. Mum got up and made a cup of tea for us, Dad forgot that we "weren't having Christmas stockings at the foot of the bed this year" and duly plonked some pressies on Mum's pillow so she could open them while drinking her tea in bed (oops!) Offspring Junior duly had his Christmas stocking (he's 18, for goodness sake!). Now I'm blogging, Offspring is buried in Terry Pratchett's latest tome while munching chocolates and Mum is playing electronic Sudoku.
Peace, perfect peace . . .
Snow is forecast today or tomorrow in the Eastern part of England where Offspring Senior is visiting. It could be enough to disrupt transport (but then one snowflake and everyone panics in this country - we're just not used to anything extreme) so I hope he will be able to make it back to Bristol for work on Wednesday. I don't suppose he'll worry too much if he can't. Sod it, it's Christmas!
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