How good can come out of bad.

Went to pick up my mum from the airport early this morning.

We talked about a certain widowed 'auntie' who, with her adorable racist
views refuses to spend Christmas with her son and daughter-in-law
(who, against all odds her son loves and oh my fucking Christ, isn't white!).

So rather than spend Christmas with her family our 'auntie' chooses
to work in a soup kitchen for the homeless Christmas Day and Boxing day.

Kinda bad, kinda weird, and kinda good.

A big hug to you.