I love that the cardboard box with all the paperclips in it has upended in The Wickerbasket Of Doom™ (you know that basket / box / container which has all those little things in it which you seem to have nowhere else to go? - you do have one, everyone does) meaning I have to pick them all out.
Unexpectedly, and without warning, my dad's mum died last night.
She was 75. Sat at the kitchen table, waiting for her friend to make her a cup of tea, she passed away.
We weren't close. But I feel sad, mostly for my dad who has now lost both his parents. Tis a sad thing and reminder of how every day can so easily be your last.
We have our decorations up, we have some wicked new flashy white cube lights on the tree, with a strobey sort of function that could well bring on epilepsy - WINNAR
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