I refuse to be ill at Christmas. It’s a time to be with family and friends, to eat and drink and watch silly stuff on the TV, not to be dealing with the snot-boggle. Unfortunately this cold virus that is spreading through the country has not deemed to spare me and on Thursday night my throat was full of needles, yesterday my nose started running and today there is the faint inkling of a cough lurking.
So I’m having very easy day. Sitting feet up reading one of my Christmas books while drinking hot lemon and honey.
As for food, there is no turkey or roast to prepare, because as usual, Mike and I are spending Christmas Day on our own.
In past years we would have come back this morning from either son’s or daughter’s house where the whole family would have gathered to celebrate Christmas Eve. This year…
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Jan Edwards 