I married a man who was an excellent cook and soon learnt it best to let him get on with it. In due course - after 4 kids - we parted company but it was always clear that I didn’t cook. Now the children are adult - all excellent cooks etc so they share the cooking and just send me a list of commodities needed! Now at midnight I have just finished ordering everything on line. A list has been drawn up of who’s doing what and I believe it should bode well for a seamless Christmas. After divorce I had several Christmases completely on my own and went to the Salvation Army hostel in Cardiff. That soon cured any depression and made me realise how lucky I was. The situations of some men there who had been locked out etc were unbelievably awful.
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.


