It was a lovely Xmas, spent not really doing very much.

In days gone by, I made a point every Xmas Day of going for a run, or a canoe, as a point of principle.

It definitely got on my wife’s nerves, that routine.
This year, in my new life, circumstances have rather cramped my style in that respect , so indoors I stayed, missing the old days, sure, but also NOT missing the non stop smiling of my children, as they loved every minute of the day.
I can’t help but think about how it almost was – me not here at all, dying in France, as I oh so nearly did.
My girls may have spent their Xmas day in tears, missing their Dad.

That’s a painful thought to even contemplate.

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