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The lead up to Christmas didn't feel like Christmas was coming, at all. And then a few days beforehand Lucie had gone shopping for us and had left us with a few little extras.

Come Christmas morning we'd sat to unwrap our presents and examine the contents of the two big red socks with with trim. I'd emailed Lucie to thank her and she had returned it with a phonecall, during which she mentioned a hug. I'd been more than a tad curious and, suddenly realised there was a present still to be opened: “Open it.”

“Now?” I'd quizzed.

“Yes now,” she had told me.

So leaving the phone off the hook I'd gone to the backroom and found the big parcel in the wardrobe, that I took through to the kitchen.

“Okay gottit...” I'd told her, then placed the receiver down prior to unwrapping the parcel.

Inside had been a large cuddly Eeyore. I'd been delighted.

“It seems quiet,” Dad had exclaimed late in the morning, as I looked out the window. And so it had been this first covid Christmas. All-in-all, I think I saw ten people go passed our bungalow all day and, just as many cars.

And, although our dinner had not been the conventional Christmas dinner, I'd enjoyed my quiche, spinach pie and fish, as well the opportunity to share it with family, my Dad.

Then two days after the day itself I'd gone shopping for a few things we had needed. On my return I realised that Dad must have got bored, as he had taken the decorations down and put them back in the loft. Needless to say, it'd taken me hours to notice.

Then I had been given a house-plant, which I'd wanted to live and did not. That had irked me somewhat, as has the rain which has seemed incessant.

Talking of the rain, the back garden has become a veritable floodland, much to the irritation of both my Father and myself, leaving him to going out with his fork and placing holes in it, where he thought needed.

That had led him to forking over much of the back lawn.

I'd gone to Bromborough Village and the Nationwide, for some money. Leaving, I'd crossed the road to go to the Health Shop, where I had thrust £20 int Lynn, the owner and managers hand. She had then put it in an envelope, for me; as my donation to the plants that get planted in the village. She'd then tallied the total and, the totalled donation was almost £100 more than the year previous.
That'd pleased me no end.

I did get an invite for a scan at Broadgreen Hospital and the unit outside the Alexander Wing, at a time I knew full well I'd not be able to make, so phoned up to say to them, “Please...?”

As it happens, I'd got the appointment I'd wanted, on the day I'd needed, which had been a delight in itself.

And much as I think I can walk from the kitchen to my room with my coffee in hand, I do make mistakes; I had to clean Eeyore, from a coffee spillage.

Lockdown means a lot of different things to different people; but to me it means sitting in, listening to audio's and, widening my tastes.

I've got a couple of sites I use to acquire my audio's, one being a czech site and the other is Youtube, using Jdownloader.

I'd got a taxi, to do some shopping with a 'wait and return'. On the journey I'd got talking about astrology with the driver.

"If you can tell me my sign, you'll have a free fare," he told me.

I'd told him of the two signs he wasn't, that led to his actual sign.

"You're right," he'd told me, with surprise evident in his voice.

I think he'd been impressed, somewhat.

I used to of know many things like sign analysis, which is much like character analysis, to me.

Funnily enough, the day I went for the scan, the driver who picked me up was the same fellow, which was pleasant: he's a good man, who I enjoy talking to.

I'd paid over the odds for the journey, but got lots done both there and back, which had been damn useful.