Had an LPG delivery the other day, (they always top you up before Christmas), and Stu from the pub dumped a large pile of logs on the front meadow earlier today. They are now all snug and dry and their new house, and I have a curry, red wine, footie , in the very cosy snug later.
All after taking Mum shopping earlier. (2 hours, really?). so she is fully stocked up as well. Showed her how to get the internet on her laptop, (answer, click on "internet" icon), and made Google her home page.
Eldest and GF are now in NZ, via Singapore and Sydney, youngest has a gig tomorrow afternoon with his folk choir, (they are very good), and treat him the exact same as anyone else. (Regular readers may recall Henry is on the autistc spectrum, low level), but he was blessed with a wonderful singing talent, which didnt vanish as his voice broke. And no, its not some savant thing, the musical heritage in our family runs deep. One grannie played piano for the Liverpool Philly, and Mum was a soloist at the Birkenhead Operatic Society.
Phew, quite a day, for me.