Just before midnight, I was sitting listening to our Minister's sermon, feeling swimmingly tired and wondering how on earth I was going to get through the last carol of the night
and do justice to the piece of organ music I had chosen to play at the end. I did get through both, with a little help from above, and even got a clap for my efforts
Didn't sleep much, though, because I had to get up in time to play for the Christmas Day service at 10.30. Felt pretty dozy while I played for that, but drove home safely afterwards, luckily.
(We'd opened pressies before I went out, while we were stuffing our faces with bacon sandwiches and coffee!)
Went round (Dad too) to in-laws for Christmas dinner, which was lovely.
Took a taxi back at the end of the evening - with our new drink/drive laws, you can't be too careful....
Got Dad safely to his front door, even though it was frosty underfoot.
Daughter was ill in the middle of the night. I think it was a combination of food, excitement and being swung round in the back of the taxi all the way home. Poor wee soul! (She's not wee - she's 27 - but I still think of her that way.) So I still didn't sleep well, as I had to look after her, but the pressure was off and we had had a lovely day with family, and were in contact with those who couldn't join us.
