The day after Boxing Day is always anti-climatic

But less so for me that usual this year. After all, I was working both Christmas Day and Boxing Day, and am working today. Shrug. Not much difference.

Except that this morning drove down from the parents in Yorkshire. Passed a bloke driving a red open-topped (old) MG (well, it is 13 C at present, most unseasonable), complete with matching red Father Christmas ending with a bauble hat. Made me giggle and alleviated the tedium of shooting down the M1 at a steady 98 mph ::g::

So, yesterday, in between working, the family went to the panto. Eldest nephew, who was rushed to hospital as he was seriously (potentially fatally) ill just before Christmas managed to make it, which was wonderful. He is doing so much better, with visible improvement day by day.

The pantomime this year was Dick Whittington. Best thing in it was The Dame - the bloke who played her was an experienced dame, and it showed. There was the obligatory children's TV presenter as comic relief, and Dick was played by an actress off 'London's Burning'. I didn't know her, though, as I haven't watched the series in years.

( Why not? )

Okay, back to work...