After a day during which we had a full blowout on the motorway (trousers = brown) on the way home from Brighton, we took the train oop North this morn to see our kin.
David Tennant and the tardis came with us.
Dominoes in the pub; check. Roast dinner avec crackers; check. My dad expressing a keen interest in seeing Les Miserables WITHOUT any prompting from me; check check check.
Now it really feels like Christmas.