It's been an odd couple of weeks. There was a family crisis and on several days I had to belt up and down the motorway between London and Wales -- a round trip of about 350 miles. On the Friday before Christmas, I came back in the early evening, and there was thick fog all the way. Once I got back into London, there was terrible traffic congestion, and I turned off the motorway to try to cut through to my home in the north of the city. It was almost impossible to recognise familiar roads. The fog was thick and greeny-yellow, reminiscent of the famous -- or notorious -- pea-soupers they used to have in Dicken's day. And the smell was terrible.
Anyhow, it's all cleared away now. I was working on Christmas day, but my family had kept me some food which I had at eleven at night. I really enjoyed it though!
I'm also working on New Year's Day, a shift which means getting up at 0530, so I don't think I'll be attending any wild parties the night before!