Dear Diary
The gradually build up for the vile season since August ... and leaking into the post that dropped through the letterbox today ...
Christmas now has different connotations for me, since that longest day, one Winter in the 21st Century, but in the squalor that looked like we lived in the medieval times. It was from inaction of all agencies involved, just before the disastrous end to my husbands life from a long series of unfortunate and quite life altering events; and a ripple effect from neglect of those who are supposed to look out for us in our most dire moments. And no excuse, after a major multi-agency meeting. There was the lack of communication, co-ordination and more.
The twinkling array of glittery items that is beginning to appear all around us on the TV, in the shops, in conversations and more ... gives a different meaning to what Christmas is actually about ..
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