Christmas is upon us once again. I know it’s a cliché, but I cannot believe how quickly this year has flown past. It seems like only yesterday that I was having one of the worst Christmases ever; one that almost broke my heart. I have recovered, but only just. This year, I declared that I wasn’t going anywhere: I was going to do what I always do. Go for a run (weather permitting), have breakfast with my daughter and her boyfriend, usher them out the door around 11am, pour myself a Pimm’s and lemonade, switch on the TV and proceed to binge
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This post was inspired by me saying ‘I wish…’ many times about certain things over the last week. I expanded the reach of my wish list somewhat to include other things, because, who knows? sometimes the universe genie may grant more than three wishes… I wish my daughter and I could live peacefully under the same roof… I wish that my daughter would see me as a person, rather than an annoying object/embarrassing non-person to be used and dismissed… I wish the values I instilled in my daughter from a young age had not been forgotten as an adult… I wish that my
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