Work in the morning, that makes Christmas over quick, and some customers were not particularly nice either.
Home for lunch with Rosie and Harry, then our traditional Boxing Day walk.
Harry stayed home and slept. It was really rather cold and occasionally drizzly. And then disaster struck, my hands were so cold I assume I missed my pocket with my camera, and then went to take another photo, and my camera was gone, we re traced our footsteps back to where last had it, to no avail. I cried. I know it is only a camera, but there are so many memories on the memory card, (last photos of Dad etc even if I have down loaded most of them, I can't bring myself to delete them off the camera).
We walked back to Lin and Steve's and swapped Christmas presents, and I had another little cry.
Back home to watch the Miniaturist.