Grief / Moan

A sausage dog made me cry tonight

December for normal Western people: cheerful children, sparkly sequins, festive frolics, office party politics. December for single childless me: mulled wine by the barrel, sing-sobbing to carols, Asian island hopping, self-gifting shopping. Normally, I avoid the tradition of Christmases by being abroad and/or in bed for a fortnight. Last year, I went to church, listened to a … Continue reading