It’s a battle-zone for many.
Parents or in-laws,
turkey or beef, the Queen’s speech or a film – all are triggers for armed conflict.
Far too much food and booze, and enforced closeness with people only seen once a year.
My Mum got away from it all. The septic tank at my
brother’s house broke under the strain of too much rain, and I managed to get
her into a nursing home at very short notice. She had Christmas dinner with
brother, tomorrow with us, and a pub meal to come next Sunday.
Who wishes they could do the same?
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Every word of this is true! It was a Christmas miracle in itself that the nursing home ten minutes' walk from my cottage had space for my 95-year-old Mum. She's actually having the time of her life, with people her own age to talk to, staff on hand when needed, and good food. Hopefully she'll only be there a couple of weeks while my brother gets his tank sorted out, but Mum and I are loving the fact that I can pop in frequently without the need to drive in the dark.
So thank you to Sandra Crook for the photo prompt, and to Rochelle for posting it in the middle of the festivities. See her blog for other stories. https://rochellewisoff.com/
Meanwhile, if you care to scroll down my blog you will find a handful of other seasonal stories I have written over the years and re-posted this morning. They come with my best wishes for a Happy Christmas and a prosperous 2020.
