Down Tree, Down

Time to go away all you Christmas drag.  I’m sick of looking at you.  

Not especially enjoying the family bull shit either.  Last night was potentially the last of the uncomfortable – nothing to say because we really have nothing in common – dinners.  Ready to go back to my fairly isolated, somewhat selfish and wonderfully comfortable existence.  Possibly ready for a new year, although a number really doesn’t change anything.  A day can. 

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