Empty

Dad came.
Posted the parcels, did a wee bit of Christmas shopping with dad.
A kind American did me a favour with the last porchetta sandwich.
Dad and Squeak have headed to his.
Flat feels empty.
Watching 'It's a Wonderful Life' and then I'll get some jobs done and pack for tomorrow.
At least we wedged the tree into a standing (if somewhat wonky) position.