Oh dear, Ann. What a difficult time you've had. Is the washing machine OK? When my lot arrived last night, at least they didn't bring their washing but desperately needed a bath or shower because their house extension work is causing a lot of dust. When I was giving the 12-year-old a hug, I suddenly realised that his eyes were on the same level as mine. In the three months since I last saw him, he must have grown about three inches! His younger brother isn't far behind. Star Wars later on - can't wait! Now then, Ann, put the invasion behind you and get your feet up, try to have a restful Christmas, though I know that might be a big ask. Hope your hip isn't causing you pain.