A curiously subdued day

So, Christmas day over with again for another year, and a fairly easy and laid-back one. No great dramas or traumas. The TV stayed switched off all day. Subdued bonhomie all around. Nowhere to travel, except walking to the pub for a couple of beers before Christmas dinner. My sister organises the annual distribution of meals to the housebound by the local churches. There were a few undelivered, because circumstances change at this time of the year. Some had been taken to stay with their families, and a few, unfortunately, had died between the setting up of the list and the day itself. An occupational hazard for the elderly and housebound at this time of year.

My day was curiously subdued. My sister's stepkids were with their mother, so they didn't have me to use as a life-size cuddly toy and self-propelled bouncy castle. That happens in a day or so. I read a couple of the books my mother had bought me. I received a surprising number of golf-related presents, despite not being able to get out for a game in several months. Later today I'll be out on the driving range to get the cobwebs out of my swing.

Something seems to be missing from my picture, and I think I know what, but I'm not telling.