Originally due to be published on Christmas Eve, I was struck down in the prime of life with coughing, spluttering, on-the-verge-of-death flu and have only just recovered enough in order to post. Whilst sorry for the delay I hope you can now settle down with the dregs of the selection box and cast your mind …
So, Aimee loves Christmas. LOVES it. Me? Well I struggle a little bit. For the majority of my life Christmas was spent in a godforsaken town that my nanna had the misfortune of existing in. Mum and I would set off on Christmas Eve with a bin bag full of presents, a few rapidly …
I consider myself to be one of the lucky ones, one of the unknowing and unscathed. I lived three quarters of my life blissfully unaware and unworried. It was not until I reached the grand old age of twenty one that it bulldozed its way into my consciousness. ‘It’ being the horrible realisation, the gut …