We're sort of coming to terms with the idea that Debbie won't be home for Christmas. I have no doubt that Joanna and I will cry a lot - at the drop of the proverbial hat - but at least we have homemade fudge and tablet to try and cheer ourselves up with. (Note to self - make more tablet tomorrow to replace the stuff we cheered ourselves up with today!)
I suggested to Debs that she should wait and come home in February for her dad's birthday and I think she might go for that. She even went as far as pricing the flights and it's about 1/4 of the cost in February. So we'd get her home, more presents, more food, another Christmas and it won't cost as much! My kind of plan!
In the meantime, we'll chat to her on the iChat - she looked much better today after a l-o-n-g sleep than she did yesterday - and we'll eat her share of the turkey and trimmings and try to get through all that Coke. I don't think I'll step on the scales for a very long time!