Too late for Hilary. She died in her sleep on Christmas day. Terrible for everyone. I admit though that I've gone from shocked grief to kind of thinking it's something that happened in a film I watched or something (I think it's called denial, actually). It seems absolutely and totally unreal that such a thing could happen. The funeral will be extremely hard.
Sorry for the flippant change of tone, but, I guess, life goes on as well.
We made it to London today - only 10 days later than expected! There is absolutely no snow here at all. Iestyn had a whale of a time with my brother, who throws him around and does boy things with him. (I am amazed that those two aren't planning to have children - she isn't keen at all, but my DB is such a babies/children kind of person, and always has been. They're getting a dog instead.
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DH is just trying to get Iestyn to bed, but it's a bit late and he's a bit excited. He's been a bit excited for several days - but totally confused really. He knew that Santa had been, claimed he had heard a voice in the night (!), but also thought Santa had been to see Nain and Taid as well, because he had presents there. No concept of 'no, that present is for X so you can't see what's in it' (like J, Sybil!) and he's going to get more confused now that he gets the rest of his Christmas present from Santa tomorrow. Not really sure what to do - give it as a present, or just let him have it with no fuss? (It's a kitchen.)
Sybil
about the tax rebate. (I'm typing this in a light manner but there is a letter from IR waiting for DH beside me here, tucked in amongst the Christmas cards - so I could be joining you in horror and disgust!)
Nothing more to report really. Must go and help settle Iestyn...