21 Thursday 2 January
The first day back at work after Christmas and New Year is always a slow, subdued one, but this year’s even worse than most.
Even though Nan’s death wasn’t exactly unexpected or unforeseen, it’s still hit me pretty hard. I guess there’s no way you can ever really prepare yourself emotionally for something like that. Worse, you have to watch your loved one slowly decline and lose everything they once were before having to go through it all again in one fell swoop when they finally die.
Being back at work will probably help take my mind off things — at least until the funeral.
We spent New Year’s Eve at home, watching the telly. I didn’t feel much like celebrating, and I stopped going out for New Year years ago when it started to cost twenty quid to even get into a
