…meats to eat on Christmas day?
What with the massive pressure of Christmas out of the way and heading back to London tomorrow. I can’t help but feel immensely relieved. As always, I’ve been totally spoilt my nearest and dearest and I love them for it whole heartedly. I have however had to come home to a place that echoes of sad memories and things I thought I had dealt with, I have found that I have been deceived and utterly fooled by the vagueness of someone dear and disappointed in the treatment of friends.
Little sister did a fantastic job of hosting yesterday, she was brave and even managed to get us to be quiet for a bit to remember her friend Matthew who drowned in the river by my house 3 days ago after slipping in.
As much as I love seeing everybody, especially my two bests who threw me a fantastic mini party on xmas eve, hailing my return in a slightly over the top fashion (which I loved).
I get a great pang of sadness and a wave of nausea when I dwell on things too much. I must have said the same thing 47 (approx) times in the last two days. Each time, fighting back tears.
