De-Christmasing

A night with not much coughing. A call from Maureen saying Patrick was unwell, so Lorraine went round, but he had brightened up a little. I stayed at home, having a session on the tens machine, as my back still is bad, and I can't stand up straight still, which is rather tiresome, as is my persistent chest infection. I did some therapeutic tidying and laundry and so on, and had a short walk this afternoon along by the sea, which was fun but my back was hurting by the time I got home.

Lorraine leading the de-Christmasing, and the decorations and so on went into the boxes marked Christmas. Often a heart-sinking moment, having to think about work, or finding some freelance and so on.  But none of that this year, thank goodness, though I want to get on with purposeful things now.

I cooked a thick soupy stew this evening with the thick turkey stock I'd made. Rather delicious. We scarfed it while watching Stranger Things. I am finding the final season, to be more of the same. Enjoyable enough but it has run its course.

A text from Romy today, she and Tobs leaving Deviation Road and just about to head back to Toronto.