An Admission
Dec. 23rd, 2005 05:25 pmOf course my distaste for Christmas goes back to the break-up of my first marriage. After that my kids never ever got to spend Christmas Day with me. I pretended not to mind- but I did.
I've always dealt with emotional pain by stuffing it up my jumper.
The kids are grown up now. One's in Leicester, one's in Japan and one lives with me and Ailz. There are no grandchildren- yet. Perhaps it's time I moved on....
I've always dealt with emotional pain by stuffing it up my jumper.
The kids are grown up now. One's in Leicester, one's in Japan and one lives with me and Ailz. There are no grandchildren- yet. Perhaps it's time I moved on....
Re: skidding on flour...hohoho'd to death
Date: 2005-12-23 12:18 pm (UTC)Kate wanted to say something, but felt too shy. I didn't, either, but we both talked about her festive hair on the drive home.
I wish we'd told her.
Festive hair
Date: 2005-12-23 12:26 pm (UTC)As to not telling her...don't worry, perhaps she'd have ruined the moment by being irritable or something... ;-) On the other hand, maybe she could just *tell* that she was being admired, and it made her feel better.