I'm running towards nothing....

It was one of those classically English days today. It was sunny, but not too sunny. It was cold, but not really cold. It snowed, but it was only a sort of light dusting of damp snow and it didn't really settle.... it was quite nice.

We nipped out to take the dog for a walk in the forest near my mum and dad's. Once we had escaped the crowds having their once-yearly consititutional in the kilometer or so around the main car park, we largely had the place to ourselves. I think the dog enjoyed stretching her legs - I know I did.



After an unpromising beginning, Boxing Day actually turned out to be alright. We drove down to my Mum and Dad's house and spent a little time with them and with my elder brother and his lovely wife. Everyone was feeling better, and we exchanged a few presents, drank a little wine and generally sat around in front of an open fire.

To be perfectly honest, I was mainly glad of an opportunity to finally get my head stuck into a book and to try and zone out most of what was happening around me. I feel like I haven't had any time to myself over the last few days, and I certainly haven't had any time with C. It's perhaps not very sociable to disappear into a book, but it did give me some much needed time in my own little world.



I'm working tomorrow, so we drove back up the motorway in the snow flurries to make sure we got home in time for a spot of tea (leftover goose - naturally) and maybe a glass or two of wine and a DVD before an early night.

I'm hoping the office will be pretty quiet and that I can plug my iPod in and get my head down for a relatively painless day without any interruptions.

How are you bearing up? Any casualties?