To say that there has been a lot of water about up here is the understatement of the year so far. We have been virtually cut off from going far - not that we had any intention of going anyway, but my cleaner has been unable to reach her Mum's house in Hawes on Boxing Day for the first time in thirty years.
And of course, further down the country in East, West and South of the County, all our water from the becks and little rivers, and ultimately the rivers Swale and Ure have flowed into the River Ouse and then on through York, which has seen the worst flooding in seventy years.
Up here, where the rivers have always flooded, not a single house is built on the flood plain so although the roads are blocked and we are unable to go anywhere, no-one is seriously affected by water in the house.
Tomorrow the farmer is taking my son back to see the Specialist about his detached retina and as things stand at the moment they should be able to get through. Bad weather is forecast for late tomorrow and early Wednesday but by then they should be home again and we are hoping that the news about the eye is good news.
It is sad that so many people's Christmas has been so spoiled and that the magic of Christmas for so many children has been marred - just hope Santa's toys made it through safely!
All that is left to do here in the farmer's household is to eat up what my mother always called the 'oughts' (not sure why). So it is cold ham and pickles for lunch with fried potatoes, sprouts and carrots, and the remains of the trifle for pudding. With bits like pigs in blankets and stuffing balls added I am sure we shall enjoy it all. Then it will be clear the decks for a visit from the grandchildren tomorrow and seeing the New Year in in a couple of days. Dare I say I shall be glad now when it is all over and things are back to normal (whatever that is). Happy New Year to you all!