The sun rose.
I have a gift for you, a perfume I prepared.
I know – it’s pointless, really. But I just want to give You something for all You are, or were to me.
I came to see You. But You were gone.
They had stolen You, even now.
I laid were your bo...
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
But it doesn't feel wonderful to me.
It feels heavy.
The expectations of distant family, where there's so much unspoken history and awkwardness.
We don't have words to fill the silence.
It hangs thick in the...
I can’t be bothered to put up any Chrissy decorations. They sit in a dusty box in the shed. Apart from the hassle, I’m just not interested. It’s hot, there’s limited space, hubby's indifferent and visitors are rare. I could go on…