Christmas Eve. Bill the busiest, as he makes pastry - mince pies and sausage roll. And then, as there’s extra filling, a large pork pie. Jane and I to Tesco for the forgotten bits - carrots, more butter, goat’s milk. We pass an older woman on our way. Jane says, cheerfully, that it’s a beautiful day. What’s beautiful about it, the woman asks, without smile or irony. Says she’s just spent two hours trying to get through Tesco. When we get there it’s busy, but nothing like as jammed as yesterday.
Stir fry and mince pies ready when we get back. Bill ambitiously digs the bed ready for the new bulbs while the rest of us enjoy the warmth inside. And I make cranberry sauce for tomorrow.