I woke up two days ago to find that the Christmas pepperpot was on “its last”, as my sister would say, and realized that the season just came and went. No fuss.
I could hear my neighbour screaming for her carefree daughter as I reached for the pepperpot, and I willed myself not to look outside. New year, same old story; that girl was either on the road talking to those boys who are still unemployed or at the home of the boy three doors away.
The feel of my home during the holidays is a different one; everything is somehow more appealing and I appreciate that my mother is a big spender. She loves changing the curtains; the carpet;
