So, Christmas Day. Presents weren't bad. My enough chocolate to suit me, but whatever. Missed lunch because I was so fucking homesick I couldn't stop crying for an hour. My 11 is now definitely my Best British Friend. That kid doesn't know just how big her heart is. We then spent time clearing the ground floor of all photos and electronics because nothing says Merry fucking Christmas like a flood warning and water rising rather dramatically over the course of a couple of hours. Needless to say, I spent the night in Woking with the kids, the dog and their dad while mum slept at her boyfriend's place. Back in Weybridge now, just me and the dog because mum is off to Belgium with her BF and the kids are off to Southampton to visit dad's parents. Mum talked me into keeping the car at home, so maybe I'll find my way to that theatre in Walton again. Who knows.