It's Christmas afternoon/early evening and I'm knackered. Sorry about the language, but it's the only word that will do. I'm bathed and in my nightie and the Strictly Come Dancing Christmas Special hasn't even started yet. So what, gentle reader, has led me to this pass? Gather ye round... I'll be honest, I really wasn't looking forward to this Christmas. In 2019, David was in hospital over Christmas, so it's the third one I've spent alone. Blissed out on heavy-duty painkillers post-op That's been by choice, by the way - I've had several invitations to Christmas Dinner from family and friends. Christmas Day was always for just the two of us, to do as we pleased, watch what we wanted on TV, eat and drink what we liked. Boxing Day we visited family, and Christmas Eve we were At Home to any friends who cared to drop in. David's parents were regulars and the event featured karaoke and cocktails. David and his dad beltin...