Late last night my youngest son called to say he had run out of petrol on the way home. Poor thing isn't very well. I've only done that once and as sins of omission go it's OK.
Just outside Pontypridd I found a garage that could fill my little can of mercy with petrol. Everything was OK and everyone got home safely for Christmas.
I smelt a bit of petrol though and on reflection it probably wasn't a good idea to light all the votive candles in church before the Christmas Eve service.
Today however - now that I have arrived safely - is all about getting up late, family, eating and sleeping and finding something else to do when the Queen's on TV. It's just a family ritual that goes back a long way in Trawsfynydd!
supremely and ardently solicitous
2 months ago