On Christmas Eve, I was working late so missed out on drinks at a friends, as well as the trip to the church. I came home to my wife wrapping the presents for the children (I am of the view that they should only have one each) and allegedly passed out while she was doing so.
My son woke us up on Christmas Day, excited about opening his presents and we went through the Christmas stockings. After breakfast I drove down to collect my mother from London with my daughter while my son and wife prepared Christmas Lunch. When I got back, I helped a bit, but did nothing compared to the effort my wife put into the meal. Some friends came round for drinks later and we chatted till late while the kids played Monopoly.
In morning we prepared for the visit of my youngest brother and his lovely partner. They came with two dogs, Cassie and Pixie whom they had adopted recently and my kids loved taking them on a walk. The kids have wanted a dog, and this trip proved that they were not ready, the evidence being when my son refused to pick up the dog poo left behind by Pixie, who he was walking.
After lunch and another much shorter walk, my brother left, taking my mother with him. A game of Trivial Pursuit followed and then bed.
But I felt so tired this morning and I am certain that I would have got more rest if I had been working!
