Wednesday 30th December 1992 Before bed 23:15
It had been a very quiet Christmas. Dad was on call on Christmas Day and Boxing Day: he’d been busy and we’d hardly seen him. Gran was at Deidre’s. Declan had spent most of his time at his girlfriend’s house.
Everyone was back home this evening and Gran had come for turkey soup and dumplings. There was nothing worth watching on the television so Mum suggested a video and we eventually agreed to Love Story. She had never been able to persuade us to watch it before. It wasn’t as bad as I expected.