Yesterday was Lovely
Dec. 26th, 2015 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smallhobbitYesterday was one of those days when everything went well. For those of you who had difficult Christmases this is not an attempt to make you feel bad. This is just a record of a good day.
It began in what, for me, was the ideal start. We had Family Service at church. It was an entirely different format, bringing to together a very traditional congregation of a small Anglican church with a much more informal family group. I was one of three leaders and although we followed a standard service pattern it was much more informal and people enjoyed it.
After that SM and I collected my mother and we went to son and daughter-in-law's. The daughter joined us there. She'd met Santa at work (she did the 9pm to 2am shift) and having helped deliver presents on her ward, escorted Santa (the Indian ward registrar) to A&E to the great delight of two-year-old who was in there.
Lunch, cooked by the son, was excellent: turkey, gammon, pigs in blankets, lots of vegetables. The family all seemed delighted with the presents I'd bought them. My mum was really pleased with her jumper, and son and DIL both sat and started looking through the books (history of tractors and paper crafts - you can probably work out who had what!). And thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
norfolkdumpling for the suggestion, the daughter was delighted with Horseopoly.
We came home late afternoon, dropped my mum off at her home, and the daughter joined us for a couple of hours before driving back to Coventry. I then watched Call The Midwife, which was ridiculous in part but ideal fluffy Christmas television.
My own presents were brilliant. I have new, very comfortable pjs (which I'm still wearing), thick fluffy socks, a fleecy lounger (long-sleeved dress length with hood - also still wearing), gloves, owl socks, fingerless gloves and a 1930s Christmas whodunit.
And for breakfast this morning we had mince pie and Christmas cake.
It began in what, for me, was the ideal start. We had Family Service at church. It was an entirely different format, bringing to together a very traditional congregation of a small Anglican church with a much more informal family group. I was one of three leaders and although we followed a standard service pattern it was much more informal and people enjoyed it.
After that SM and I collected my mother and we went to son and daughter-in-law's. The daughter joined us there. She'd met Santa at work (she did the 9pm to 2am shift) and having helped deliver presents on her ward, escorted Santa (the Indian ward registrar) to A&E to the great delight of two-year-old who was in there.
Lunch, cooked by the son, was excellent: turkey, gammon, pigs in blankets, lots of vegetables. The family all seemed delighted with the presents I'd bought them. My mum was really pleased with her jumper, and son and DIL both sat and started looking through the books (history of tractors and paper crafts - you can probably work out who had what!). And thanks to
norfolkdumpling for the suggestion, the daughter was delighted with Horseopoly.We came home late afternoon, dropped my mum off at her home, and the daughter joined us for a couple of hours before driving back to Coventry. I then watched Call The Midwife, which was ridiculous in part but ideal fluffy Christmas television.
My own presents were brilliant. I have new, very comfortable pjs (which I'm still wearing), thick fluffy socks, a fleecy lounger (long-sleeved dress length with hood - also still wearing), gloves, owl socks, fingerless gloves and a 1930s Christmas whodunit.
And for breakfast this morning we had mince pie and Christmas cake.
