With age and Polymyalgia my energy levels have dropped like baubles off the tree. I’ve given up festive cooking, given up serving anything more than a sandwich for supper on Christmas Day. Thank goodness the main meals are all hosted by daughters’ families and it’s lovely to have us all together, just please not in my tiny house.
Today I have to decorate the little tree, a job I dislike though dismantling it is far worse. I should go and cut holly and ivy and throw that around the place but I doubt I shall. I hope everyone has so much Christmas cheer elsewhere that they won’t miss it here.
Bah humbug! I’m too old to care.
Good Morning Monday 10th August 2026
Someone needs to go back to Junior School himself.
Unbearable grief compounded by our adult children’s reactions



