(Warning: this post discusses bereavement, & other bad stuff that's happened to me at Christmas)
This week has been... difficult.
That's the polite way of describing it, anyway.
I don't want to go into the detail because I'm just gonna get really upset again -
- but basically, there's a serious and significant - though thankfully fixable, although in the long-term rather than the short-term - problem with my grandfather's grave.
So, yeah. That's what I've been dealing with in the week before Christmas.
I guess it could be worse - last year, in the week before Christmas, we buried him.
A few years before that, my other grandfather died on Christmas Eve, followed by his wife, my grandmother, four days later.