Christmas was a rush. Here and there, barely stopping, visiting friends, relatives, cooking, barely home with a constant in and out, relighting the fire two dozen times, playing at sessions and gigs, even a fun, fun, fun trip to the seaside.
New years eve - up in the dark and on the road to collect two cars and two van loads of spares for Nervous Bob. Bless him - last minute man... Over the Dartford bridge twice, back through the tunnel again and again.
Evening with friends down the road, relaxed and all. Fell asleep, woken by the kids in time for party poppers, chimes on the radio and partners kissing and...
Hadn't thought about it but "my wife died last year" became "two years ago". And my mind is still a wake alone mess, hazily listening in the night for Kate calling me for a help back up the stairs. Count 'em. One to eleven. Sorry everyone. Letting you down with my new year misery.
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