At one point I did think that I might not get to the Yule Feast this year.
Since Edwin and his fiancee got themselves a couple of cats, and I don't have any furry friends at home, we have had the Yule feast at their house, barring Yule 2020, when we still had it, but via Zoom.
Anyway, back to this year. Oliver had arranged to come to home on Friday, during the day. I rang him around teatime, and he sounded dreadful.
So I went ahead and prepared the deserts to take to Edwin and Becky's for Yule feast. Thinking to myself that it would take ages to eat them, if things didn't go as planned.
Also, I had no idea when I would be back home. No one had told me anything except that yule feast was on xmas eve this year.
Saturday morning came, and still no word from Oliver. I eventually got a call from Samantha saying that they would collect me, and take me with them.
We eventually ate, and played a couple of games, but none of us wanted to open presents until Oliver arrived. Which he did at 9.15pm. He had been asleep most of the day, and he didn't look that well.
The next day was Xmas day. Things were a little brighter. Sam and Lewis went to Lewis's mum's after breakfast.
As a family we never over indulge in Xmas food.
Anyway, Boxing Day, Oliver drove me home before going to spend Xmas version 2 at his dad's with the others.
I had a flying visit from him yesterday before he drove back to Glasgow.
None of sounds entertaining, but when you spend a lot of time in your own company, it's nice to hav have a change.
