Sunday Christmas Eve

Simon invited all of us round for a breakfast of mince pies, croissants and his homemade apricot jam.

From there we went for a walk, in drizzle, that included a drink at The Southgate where Hetty was given an unexpected gift of a stocking full of treats. Very kind.

Home to a late lunch of sandwiches.

The "children" are watching a Muppet Christmas Carol and I'm trying to keep my eyes open. 

Florence is going to cook our evening meal later. A peanutty, Pak choi speciality of hers.

Our near neighbour, Brian, has died. The ambulance had been coming and going this week. He had an army of children that took great care of him. An example of love and respect.

Hetty continues to be delighted to have Henry home. (Thank you R xx)