It is now after 10pm and I have fallen asleep many times since we finished dinner. We missed mother but I felt her looking over my shoulder making sure I cooked that goose properly. My lovely butcher had made her potato stuffing exactly as she used to do it. This is what we used to have at Christmas when I was a little girl until we changed to turkey like the rest of the world. We had mulled wine in the morning whilst nibbling on smoked salmon on lovely Irish brown bread.
I made a conscious effort to suspend for a few daysall the worry and stress that this dreadful disease has caused. I have been reading so many posts and I care about them all so much that I really want to reply to everyone but in the meantime I want you special women to know that I said a special prayer for you at midnight Mass last night.