I hope you all had a lovely Christmas. Ours was very different this year. After and early Christmas drink with Monica and Papa, my girls and I headed west. The southern general, although they tried to be festive, was not quite the seasonal scene that I would have envisaged. My Waltons dream again. Colin was well. He smiled and we were all jolly.
Presents were exchanged over the hospital bed. Very difficult to think of things to give this year. No polo gear, hunting equipment; a new list had to be devised. The hospital “santa” arrived. Ho, Ho, Ho. We stayed a few hours, though it was Christmas, hands and feet still needed to be manipulated and life had to go on.
Eventually we had to leave. Not easy in normal circumstances, but definitely a lot harder on the “family” day of the year.
Louise’s “in-laws”, the Eastons, had invited us for Christmas dinner. Their house was full of life and laughter. We can never thank them enough for involving us in their celebrations. Christmas day over, the new year looms.
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