It's not nice to be ill at Christmas. I remember one year when Dad was. We' been a tape-playing household up until that point but Mum had bought Dad a CD player - our first - as a surprise. Each Saturday as we went down the village to do some shopping, Mum would pick up a CD or two. She individually wrapped them all and arranged them so that Dad would be nonplussed, receiving all these CDs before finally getting the CD player. Unfortunately on Christmas day Dad was really full of cold and flu and didn't feel like opening any presents, never mind all those CDs. A great idea though!
Ah, the best laid plans.
P.S. Christmas dinner with the Guiders last night. But being Guiders, we had fish and chips down the hut (read little shed where we store tents) with twinkly lights and our coats on.
P.P.S. Also the obligatory cuppa. :D