Yes it has passed, that glorious time of year, where family come together to meet up and discuss the year over enough food to feed perhaps twice the amount of people at the table...
Only this year, at least for me it wasn't quite what I wanted, the conversation was of my Parents ever more embittered divorce, the food though nice, left a sour taste in my mouth...
And then, on the 27th at 11:30pm GMT, I got a phone call from my father in law - our house had been burgled whilst me and my wife were in Plymouth (we live in Sheffield).. Not much was taken, but even so...
So all in all, this year for me has ended on a pretty {bleep}ty note, Cecilia, the darling that she is, has been kind enough to buck me up a bit and get me to see a silver lining (in that no one was hurt and not a great deal was stolen)... (I don't think I've thanked her for that, but then how can I adiquately thank her for putting up with my ramblings?)
I admit I was livid when I first found out, but after a walk around Plymouth's city centre a few days after getting that call, I had what I can only describe as an ipifiny (sorry spellings a bit off I know). A moment of pure clarity, in which I realised that the anger was useless, and that I should move on... With a few relapses into wishing inordinate amounts of harm to befall the ba$stard son's of motherless whoremongers who broke in.. I've pretty much decided to accept it.
As for the divorce, well tbh I can see this doing my mother a great amount of harm emotionally and physically... I'm hoping for another one of those moments to strike...
Here's hoping that this new year is better then the last :pint: