Christmas Day was not quite as we had planned....as on Christmas Eve my mum was taken to Torbay hospital. Badly dehydrated and with low salt levels, they isolated her, put her on a drip and that was my poor mum's Christmas.
(I add that she was in a most unfriendly ward,where noone bothered with her..I mean a smile costs nothing,does it..or a friendly face around the door every now and again...so I am pretty disgusted,especially as it was Christmas Day.) She's ok now...was let out yesterday, much better but still quite weak.
I suppose you could say that none of us knew whether we were coming or going ...but the 'plus side' was that we all got to dress up in rubber garb...before we could go in and see her ;-)
So , I think presents were the last thing on our minds but I did manage to open up this little darling, a Brigitte Rive huggable gollywog, 'Stripey Jack'..which I have admired for weeks, in Magpies..so thank you to my dear DH for remembering :
A fabulous diary from the National Railway Museum..plus some coasters depicting..Exeter..from Nich...
A lovely baguette basket , some jam pot covers and a tea towel, from my sister:
On Boxing Day my lovely daughter and her lovely husband came for the day, which was... lovely..and I finally got some CK goodies!! ;-)
But all we really wanted for Christmas was for my mum to be ok and my dad to not look so sad.
Hope your Christmas was lovely.
(Oh... and I didn't get a hoover !)