We've just returned from our usual visit to my Dad in Kent; we always stay over on Boxing Day so that I can have a rare alcoholic beverage. The littlest girls have gone to their Dad's, but the teens are here. Their father now has a lady in Sweden, so he spent Christmas there, and will have them for the New Year, instead, unless he gets any last minute gigs.

I used to rant and rave, inside at least, about fatherly roles and responsibilities, but my anger toward them probably caused me more pain than them, and changed nothing, anyway. No-one likes to be told what to do, after all.

I just try to focus on doing what I feel is right, what brings me the most joy or, feeling as joyful as possible about the unchangeable. Most situations, if we can only feel good about them, can be transformed.

Love to you all
xx