Flying home for Christmas

We’re flying home tonight for Christmas. This year we have cut back on our tour around people’s houses as I don’t think us and our copious suitcases are always as welcome as we think! Whilst friends are going back to work, there we are showing up on the doorstep still spouting Christmas guff and waggling wine and cakes in people’s faces. It’s a difficult balance when you are always the visitor and never the host.

So apart from some friends out Essex way, we are concentrating on family and begin tomorrow with a jaunt down to my parents in East Sussex. This is followed by the other halves sister in Oxfordshire. The last night we have to ourselves, which to say we have nowhere to actually stay. Hopefully by then we will still have some cake left and a dodgy bottle of vino. Watch out, we might show up at yours! 

Football, family and Christmas is always a tricky proposition, although it wasn’t ever as a kid as it was part of my families Christmas tradition but that has changed in later life and my chances of getting to Bolton are zero and The Valley on Boxing Day extremely slim. We go home the day of the Sheffield Wednesday game. Poor planning on my part.