I'm trying to keep smiling and happy and all that other festive shit. Really, I am.
Just feels like so much pressure. Don't be at all bothered by that horrible dream, just get on with the day. Clean up, eat, breathe, wash, work. Do everything that needs done.
Come about 4pm it's like everything just slows down and there's nothing left to do.
There's a card for my grandad outside my room for my brother and I to sign. Dad wants us both to walk down and give it to him. I don't...