It is Christmas morning ....The weather outside looks cold grey and dismal (typical Britain in winter ) the house is quiet as my wife gets on with something. .... The street is silent, as dead as the grave.
The TV is full of the purile nonsense that fills airtime this time of year . The media tries hard to convince that everyone else is having a wondering time. I wonder?
The day stretches before me an emty chasm of nothingness. If I were to involve myself in other's Christmas, i.e. charities. ...it is not worth a divorce...
So we do the best with the day . I am sure I cannot be the only poster alone in his family where they all have a smug aloofness and antipathy to "the day"
It is off my chest now . Thanks for providing an opportunity to speak.