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I simply cannot remember the last time I wrote a Christmas letter - a tradition I had started and planned to continue throughout my life.  Not only was it a toast to Mum (she always wrote a great Christmas Letter) but people always liked to recieve them. Well somewhere along the way I stopped doing them.  I know I have posted one as a blog post before and here I am again.  It isnt the easy way out but it is a more environmental option (and a good one for someone without access to a printer)!  My reason for stopping in the past was that I felt I didnt really have very much to say; my letters always seemed to say the same thing - there was always a drama with work (and this year is no different).  However 2020 has been a year that no one will forget and as such I thought I should commemerate it with the return of the Crimbo letter! Just before Christmas last year Alex, the kids and I moved in together to a lovely house in Farnignham.  It meant that Christmas ...

 I was driving along this morning feeling rather down in the mouth (odd saying) and thinking about what Christmas is going to look like for Joe Public and all the local businesses.  I realised it is going to be so different and hopefully something we won't have to experience again in our lifetime.  It also got my thinking about what it feels like to be in lockdown. And that is when I realised that being in a period of depression is like being in Tier 3; there are people next door going about their lives in Tiers 1 & 2 and then there is you.  Locked up with no idea when it will end.  Not able to go out and have fun.  Not able to do what other "normal" people can do.  It isnt like lockdown - as that is soemthing everyone is put through; this is just for you; your own little Tier courtesy of your mind.   I know it sounds daft but so many people cannot understand mental health problems and even those that have them find it difficult to explai...

I started writing this in July of last year and then found other things to write about. I kept on meaning to return to this post but just didn't. Today I began the task of decluttering and in so doing I found a pile of cards. Christmas cards and thank you cards. I thought I had got it together last year. I got thank you cards ready from Eliza (for birthday presents) and Christmas cards printed too. Now in Aigust I find them hidden away in a plastic bag unsent.  As well as feeling ashamed and embarrassed for not getting them sent I am scared that I am not in control as much as I like to think I am.  So this is where the post had meant to start: An odd title for a post you may think but I couldn't decide on something witty or fitting. This post is my first apology.  An apology to my family and friends. I have always been organised and prided myself on making sure I had cards and presents ready for all occasions. Often I would send them late but...