I’ve got everything done that I meant to today, to my surprise. I’ve cleaned the house, changed the beds, laid the table, cleared out the grate, remembered to put out the newspaper delivery man’s Christmas tip (he arrived soon after 7 am, so that was good), played the organ at the carol service and sorted out the presents, which Wink and Charlotte wrapped for me. I’ve done a time plan for the morning – actually, that’s just a note of when the beef, parsnips, potatoes and Yorkshire pudding go in the oven and when the pudding goes on, the rest will just get done. I’ve done all this for so long that I don’t need chapter and verse any more.
I know it’s going to be an ordeal at various times, I’ve had moments today of feeling intensely alone, but I’ve been too busy to dwell on them and the satisfaction of getting everything done has eased the way. All the same, I won’t do the traditional (twice?) Christmas video this year. I don’t really know what to say, except send you all my love and very best wishes for a wonderful Christmas. And I’ve said that now already.