Tim, who has become our resident guest post author, explains why he has always hated Christmas, New Year and some other days.
I have always hated Christmas and the New Year…
I also hate my birthday.
I hate some other days, too.
Let me try to explain why.
When I was a child, before I was a teenager – indeed, up to and including my thirteenth birthday, all in my life was, at least outwardly, rosy. I had the wonder of childhood, was mostly unmolested by the demons of puberty, I had a safe home (though I had what I imagined were the usual rows with my parents) and I felt happy when both festivals arrived. I was given presents, some quite wonderful, others mundane. All was right with my juvenile world. Well, probably, anyway. [Read more…]