Granny3Rose I love you! I confess was about to write, (but told myself it would be selfish, so didn't); With luck, I'll be dead by Christmas.
Then I read your post!
Thank you!!!
Every year, from August Bank Hol, I start to feel sick worrying about Christmas. Every Christmas I get ill, don't finish my cards, can't cope with the ones I receive, end up lying down shivering and being sick. I usually make it to my daughter where the others come and I see the lovely Grand Children. But I feel so much as if I'm not part of it and last year I felt as if I wasn't wanted. I tried to join in and be jolly. I genuinely admired my daughter's cooking and all the things they did, but I felt like an awkward lump on the edge that they would be better off without.
Here we are, August Bank Holiday. It's raining, (Buddy Holly come back)
You, Granny3Rose, are a genius! And very brave actually!