There will be no Brexit or COVID blogs today, even though there was huge news yesterday, the reality of that will become clearer in the next week, plenty of time talk about it then.
We had all our tasks done for Christmas, nothing to go out for, we even had sprouts.
So there was no need to get up early, we could lay in bed until the sun rose after eight. But our brains woke us at just gone five, we laid for ten minutes, and then got up. Fed the cats, made coffee.
Outside it was still dark, the cats had their post-meal wash then went to find a place to sleep. I put on the radio and we waited.
Waited for nothing, really.
I checked on the traffic radar, as much to see if we could reach Jen's, it was bad, but easing, still the A20 was closed along Townwall Street and the A2 closed from Whitfield. Later, as trucks left Manston, the Sandwich road was nose to tail, as they jam edged nearer to Dover. For the first time we can remember, the ferries and Tunnel will be operating all through Chriastmas Eve and Christmas Day, in order to get people to the other side.
I made bacon butties for late breakfast, made with proper thick cut buther's smoked back rashers. I cooked two much, Jools had a double decked butty, mine was a triple layer, as I am man. And hungry.
We called Jen, we agreed to collect her at two, so the day was set. Meanwhile, outside sunrise came and went, birds fed on the feeders, cats slept and we drank huge amounts of coffee. By two we were vibrating at a high frequency.
Jools went to colelct Jen, going along the A2, which was passable headig to Canterbury, but had to return via Pineham and Guston. Jen had more presents in bags, as Santa had called there early.
After a brew and a chat, I cooked steak and chips, all very good as yould expect. I have the last Christmas beer as I cooked, and then a bottle of tripel as we ate, finishing it off as we played cards through the evening.
Darkness fell, shops closed, and all of Kent was locked down, except the poor lorry drivers inching towards the port.We played on, the sloe gin and Twiglets came out, the evening turned into night, and just as the calendar flipped over to the 25th, we went to bed.
Merry Christmas.
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