This year is a strange year. I have not really got into the full swing because it's basically the first year without Mum. It's a bit odd. Like Christmas is happening somewhere else. A lot has changed.
But it's not all bad. I was telling Danny about this family I know over in the States. Short version was the mother came home with her two sons and found the father on the floor. Something happened due to a clot on the brain and he was in a coma for weeks. The doctors said he might not make it and even then, there was a chance of brain damage. Don't panic, he is okay now. He is recovering well but I sent a load of UK sweets and bits and today got a lovely message back from the boys. That is Christmas to me.
Cheesey vomit time over.