Christmas at last.
Usually I dread Christmas, but this year it comes round with a sense of relief. With Mother being ill with the flu and the memories of one of the worst bosses I've ever know, being banished away, things started to get to me. Whether some of it came right through my own hand or not, I don't care, but we pulled through. When I look back, as a kid all I remember of Christmas were toys. In latter life all I can remember of the holiday, were hangovers! Now I don't drink at all, and don't miss it. I... Sign in to see full entry.