Unlike the scene above, Christmas Day where I live was sunny and dry, with no hint of snow. I spent the day with Charlie, the cat, but I wasn’t at all depressed. I crawled out of bed thinking the day would be unbearable but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
First of all, neighbours on both sides rang to see if I was okay, both families inviting me round for coffee. After that I received my usual phone calls, first one from Australia – from my lovely stepdaughter who never fails to ring me on Christmas Day. Then my invalid son rang, he also never fails to call. Before I knew it was time to organise lunch.
Organising lunch is no longer a major task, unlike the days when it used to be. Not so now. I order my daily food from one of those firms that cook and deliver ready meals. This year I chose turkey and all the trimmings and all I had to do was heat it in the oven. Honestly, it was delicious. Can’t be bad, eh?
The rest of the day was my own, shared only with Charlie. Watched a lot of television and gave thanks that I was fit and well and able to spend the day doing what I liked. How was your day?