Surviving a Family Christmas - Do No Harm and Take No Shit

With grateful thanks to Elizabeth Lesser.

Travelling on the top deck of the 700 bus, west along Worthing seafront towards my father’s bungalow, the sky and sea both grey, the horizon blurred into a grey mulch, I asked myself how I felt. Checking in with my body, I noticed that the knot that is often there was not. My hands weren’t shaking, and my pulse wasn’t racing. I felt calm, and in control…