Whirlwind days

I'm sure we're all feeling much of the same sameness, aren't we? 'Tis the time for Christmas magic, visiting good friends, running around like crazy trying to get everything done and fitting in the unexpected.Us? We're baking a giant Christmas cake this evening and will continue baking it to about 10pm. (I know, what are we like?)Yesterday was a glorious day. The sun was mostly shining and we were invited to friends for lunch and supper.We left a little past 11am and returned a little past 11pm. (Theo was not impressed with us)We visited Catherine, bringing prezzies and hugs. We played with the beautiful Jet in the sunroom and coaxed Sable down from the linen closet. We chatted and hugged and had a lovely time, and said our goodbyes and drove to Geoff and Dawnie's to see Geoff's wonderful car collection, Dawnie's stunning horse Murphy and have the loveliest supper with them. Dawnie had just come back from riding Murphy at Windsor Castle in the Windsor Great Park by special permission. That must have been something special; riding your horse in the Queen's back yard.Today we've had several power cuts. The weather had been Wagnerian to say the least, with heavy rain and fierce trees-down winds. Robert's childhood friends lost their mother and her funeral was today. So we drove the 35 miles to a beautiful little village with a beautiful little stone church which shook and rattled in the wind and supported our friends and their family in their grief. After the service we followed the pallbearers up the hill and into the grave yard watched them lay their mother to rest.The vicar's words resonated with me, "Farewell, dear Voyageur - 'twill not be long.Your work is done - now may peace rest with thee."Linking with Mary at the Little Red House and wishing everyone a tranquil last couple of days before a magical Christmas. :D