So This is Christmas ...

They say it's not a proper holiday until somebody's mom cries.

We're fininshing our Christmas lunch at the inn (my first goose, gamey but lovely, thanks for asking), and begin chatting up a couple and their Fowey mum. Larry asks her the odd personal question about family/husband/etc and thus come the tears about a recent nasty divorce.

Bad Larry.

My sister calls and I chat up everyone. Mom is second on the phone deck and sheds more than a few holiday tears. Bless. She will be fine.

And then I come up from all the drama and find out I've missed half of Dr. Who.

Maybe Catherine Tate was good in the first half?