I woke up this morning and just needed to be held by someone. I love to be touched, my hair stroked. gentle and genuine expressions of love.

My children and parents are here for Christmas, my first without my wife. Yesterday, I received notification of the decree nisi and shed a few tears. I imagined what it would look like and thought of Marley's Ghost its chains being made from every argument and hurtful action that has led to this.
The decree absolute would look like the ghost of Christmas yet to come and wield a great axe to split apart what "No man can break asunder,"

My father is really not well, so tired and vague I hope that he can have some joy in the next few days.

Tim xx