Did I mention I hate January? It’s the worst month of the year. I know women who despise December because they struggle to create the Perfect Christmas. Others can’t handle the summer with their children under their feet, but trust me January sucks and this year it’s been a classic.
The last few days are an example of how bad this month has been.
It started when I bumped into Sarah at the local farmer’s market. Jamie was hounding me to buy gourmet free-range sausages from the butcher’s stall and I was trying to find a nice way to say “no, we can’t afford them” without letting the stall-holder hear me.
“Trish Cassidy, no way!”
The high voice drew my attention m...
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