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Merry Christmas

Well here I am at Christmas day, with very mixed emotions, my Freyja's first Christmas, and my first Christmas without dad. I had to say it was quite a strained day, there were no tears, but it was evident the family felt strange in it's new order.

Yesterday I visited dad's grave and placed some flowers there. I met a man who was visiting his late wife, buried just two graves down from dad. We had a chat and it felt reassuring to say things that I feel without fear of upsetting someone, or appearing miserable company. Mum doesn't really talk about dad, she just wants to get on with life and wait for time to disappear under her belt so it becomes easier.

Hugh and Freyja had a great day, full of fabulous presents and fun, for that I'm grateful. Tomorrow we are off to Mike's parents for the next couple of days, I'm looking forward to that as a welcome distraction.

A few days after dying, when driving to see my mum, a white stag jumped out in front of my car. It was absolutely beautiful and so meaningful to me, it was as though dad had sent it to bring me luck. I like this card for that reason

Lovely decorations

I love these sprayed seed heads brought in from the garden, they are made by Elspeth Thompson.

Pants

and these too....for Hugh...

Little shoes

I'm buying these for Freyja just as soon as my money comes through!

Great snowy pics of Tunbridge Wells

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Virtual age

I just took an online survey of my 'true' age according to my lifestyle. This is great, I'm now 25!! And I'm due to live to 82, so not bad going! It's certainly cheered me up. Well so long as I lay off the booze, get more fit, drive less......