I’m dreaming of a wet Christmas

Nice routine of working in a relaxed, deadline-free way whilst H works downstairs and M does virtual bike rides. And, in the evening, we all watch His Dark Materials.

Work had an impromptu saddest Xmas picture. I won!

But I haven’t peaked yet...

In other news, H arrived from Paris on Sunday. She is quarantining. Might not be able to go back!