Washout

Boxing Day was a washout.

It was to have been the day of our Christmas family gathering, 20 or more of us meeting at Ewood Park for lunch and to watch nephew Adam and his Blackburn team mates take on Boro.

It had been raining across the Pennines for 24 hours, the match was called off and travel conditions were so poor that we called the whole thing off.

Niece H had been due to give myself, 8yo and 10yo a lift over to Lancashire, and she defied flooded roads and closed bridges to find her way over to us from her home in Calderdale. So it was nice to have one family visitor at least, and H made it back home safely in the afternoon.

In the valley the River Aire was at its worst. While we were disappointed at the disruption to our day we at least had a dry home to be thankful for, unlike many who lived alongside the river below us.

So on a day we didn't go out, it's back to the fireplace for an emergency object blip, this time som Hama bead Santas that the kids created a few years ago.