Sometimes I think you get off on cruelty – oof, that’s mean. Sometimes I think that it’s this time of year that’s cruel and I should smother all the people I love in yards and yards of hand-knit blankets and crumbly Danish gingerbread and make them wait, bomb-scare-silent, for an all-clear and some clean kindness when winter departs.
Sometimes I am quite alright and sometimes I am not but I’m starting to fancy myself hard as nails – pleasing; untrue. Oh, the cleverness of me.
Cheeky winks – and self-esteem. A winning combination.
Here’s looking at you, kids. You’ve so got this.