It just doesn't feel like the twenty fifth of December. It feels like any other day but there this aura around us, cleansed and it so gives some little Christmas ambiance.
We are all sitting around the table on the terrace of Mr Kenneth's home, enjoying the late December afternoon sun. Hesnah and I start setting various salads out on the table, while Dad and Kenneth are starts trading friendly insults over the barbecue they are grilling.
For a moment there, I stand admiring their chef hats and licenced to grill aprons. They're really something, who would have thought? I shake my head smiling broadly and my eyes fall on my so handsome boyfriend whose eyebrows are knitted together and he's scrolling his phone relentlessly. I know there's nothing specific he's doing, he's pouring his ange
