Happy Pills

I am trying - unsuccessfully so far - to begin to get to grips with Christmas, which I always knew was going to be a bit of an uphill struggle., My heart and head aren’t really into it, which I suppose is to be expected. I will have to get beyond writing 6 cards, which is all I’ve managed today, but I’ve decided on a minimalist approach to Christmas this year, so no tree or decorations.

The happy pills (each pill contains a poem extract, they are not to be swallowed) and a book were in a package sent by niece R, and tossed over the garden gate by Royal Mail shortly after I left home 11 days ago. Despite all the rain and wind, and with some drying out, they’ve survived intact.