Lazy day

Christmas Day passed by without note. Meryl was spending the day with her mother and my daughter was at her boyfriend's. I spent most of the day sunk in the sofa avoiding Ray's drunken phone calls occasionally waking from my sherry induced coma to injest more chocolate before falling back asleep. My daughter brought me round for the Queen's Speech with a plated Christmas dinner, a well received gift from her boyfriend's family. I thanked her, ate it and duly fell back asleep. Bliss.