We brought mum home for Christmas Day and my sisters and hubbies were here as well.
It was a bit overwhelming for mum at times, but she did enjoy it, she told us all. But the sad part of the day was after midnight when we all decided it was bedtime. My Brother-I-L took a header down the stairs from the second floor to the main and ended up in hospital with 3 badly broken ribs, a possible lung puncture and it appears he may be facing surgery to stabilize the ribs. He is keeping his humour, although terrified as this is the first hospital stay of his life, so we are keeping lighthearted for his sake to keep him calm. So we are at sixes and sevens and every hour taken at one at a time.