I really have a very nice family. Hugs from my sons and daughters-in-law (they don’t feel like daughters-in-law, more like daughters just recently acquired), and I burst into tears.
I’ve got two commissions as well, to write stories about dinosaurs for a grandson and about “Frozen” for a granddaughter. That should keep me quiet for a while.
My wife has been fantastic, apart from trying to stuff too much food down me. I lost my temper today, she had made a bowl of angel delight with the high energy liquidised stuff that looks and tastes exactly like mud. I ate as much as I could, and then she started pushing me to eat more. I threatened to dump the entire bowl on the floor.
I wouldn’t have, it’s a new carpet, and I’d never hear the end of it, but I’ll have to apologise tomorrow for saying it, or I’ll have a bad conscience.