I went down to the cemetery to spend some time with Allan. He loved Christmas, and I hated it. I miss him so, I decided that if I wanted to spend time with anyone, it would be him, so I went down to Barrhill. I washed the headstone again, no flowers this time, though my Christmas wreath was there from last week, as well as a wreath from I think it would be Allan's Dad. I didn't spend long there, but it was enough.