Tuesday 24th December - 'twas the night before Christmas

 and I'm dreaming of a white Christmas an early night...

The most important thing is that my father is in safe hands tucked up in hospital. He has damaged his hip, and he will have an op soon to replace the knobbly bit on the end of his thigh bone. They had hoped to do it this afternoon but 'we've had a lot of hip fractures come in the last 24 hours so we need to priorize'. Quite. 

Whatever happens he will be there for several weeks, so we can make plans accordingly. His wonderful cleaner has already gone in with her magical machine and amazing potions and cleaned the carpets... imagine! On Christmas Eve! People are wonderful. 

We've cleared away the leftover Christmas decorations and what ever has not been done, can be done next year.

The hearth isn't as extravagantly tinselled up as in previous years, but I might add some more tomorrow when we get back from visiting my father in the morning. 

This afternoon we went for 'a wee tour' as my mother-in-law would say. I had a last minute card and three gifts to deliver, so we drove round, and then filled up with petrol.

Now we can relax, chill out, maybe pour a wee dram later on.

Thank you for your kind messages and prayers, all very, very much appreciated. 

Happy Christmas Eve to you all.