For some, that’s the dream. every possible blood relation, squeezed into one space, stuffed with food and each other’s company, for ever. More of a Scrooge, me. But it is great to see both our kids, and their partners/children, so we’ve had a quiet time most of the time, with short little excursions into sociability. And that’s fine.
Otherwise, quiet life, a bit more food and a bit more drink than usual, but nothing gluttonous. rubbish telly, but who cares? I’ve finally caught up with the final series of Breaking Bad, and watching eight episodes over two successive nights just seemed the logical way to do it. Darker and darker all the time, but yup, that seems to fit.You don’t know what’s coming, but when it comes, it feels right.