Extended family are clearly having a great time, judging by the laughing downstairs. Children are exhausted and in bed. I'm curled under the duvet, crying and feeling like shit.
I'm really ill and I just can't cope with not being in bed right now. I can't eat the lovely evening buffet and it's too tiring to smile and make small talk.
I feel pathetic for feeling this way and being so emotional. I wish I was physically health. This isn't a new thing, although I have been knocked down with an infection. The antibiotics are oblitering any strength I might have had. Tell me it's them right. I think ABs make me weepy and weird.
I feel guilty and ungrateful for being in bed. I also didn't get a fucking mince pie. 