Common sense would probably tell you that complimenting someone on their appearance is usually a good thing to do, right? Maybe less so when it comes to a perfect stranger. You hardly want to go up to someone on the street and creepily whisper into their ear “you look delicious […]
Well, after a pretty long day, and a much longer Christmas Eve, we’re done and dusted with Isabelle’s first Christmas.
Overall, it was probably as good as I could’ve hoped it would go. But before I carry on, I will start all of this off by saying I don’t generally like Christmas all that much. I’m not some mean spirited Grinch type person, but a lot of my depression stems from something that happened very near to Christmas nine years ago.