All The Family Huddled Around A Glowing Laptop

The times when the kids were growing up it was a tradition to have the laptop on and the Northern Hemisphere family watch as the presents are open. A lot has changed since this photo in 2017, the kids are young adults, my Dad is in a home, the Swedish side aren't allowed to travel to Wales due to COVID, and I won't be around the kids this Christmas Day. It's not so much the change, the kids were always gonna move on and with the divorce new rituals have been created. It's more that it's happened in 3 years, 2017 seems both a long long way away (as does January, remember then?), and yet close enough to touch. Whatever your routines are be prepared to change them, but keep the rituals . 

Harry Potter ... done. SPOILERS!

Potter VIIIt's a slaughter fest that's certainly a page turner. I thoroughly enjoyed it up until the last few pages and, on reflection, am feeling a wee bit let down. The end wasn't dramatic enough, wasn't HUGE enough ... just happened.

As for the "19 years on" bit, who cares ... and that Ron marries Hermione and has kids (as does Harry and Ginny ... yes, he survives and Voldemort dies) I was left thinking, "Where did that come from??". I know the author's been trying to intimate that there's something going on between Ron and Hermione but, well, it didn't grow enough and there was one passionate kiss between them (base 1 only guys) in the heat of battle (as if JK Rowling had suddenly thought, "Oh shit, gotta get these together and it's 10 minutes from the end of the film 4 chapters from the end of the book).

I think the ending will be much MUCH better in the film version!
Ach, it's just a book

And maybe Scaryduck should've written the whole thing anyway - a sample:
How Harry had tricked her, used his dark magic to pull the wool over all their eyes. All that time they were running afraid of Voldemort, when the real evil was right in front of her, plotting, scheming, running his hands through her hair and over her pert, young breasts. Taking her. Taking her for everything she had.