I think we had one of the best Christmases we've had since before my son fell sick with anorexia. We just relaxed as a family, in front of the fire and the television. On Christmas Eve Ben put together a fantastic spread of tapas and are Christmas Day he cooked the Christmas dinner and made the most delicious sticky toffee pudding with butterscotch sauce and ice cream that you've ever tasted. He also made a Christmas Arctic roll, with home-made toffee ice cream surrounded by home-made chocolate Swiss roll. Then on the 23rd, on his birthday, we all went to a local pub that specialises in serving stews and casseroles. It was the kind of Christmas I could never in my wildest dreams have imagined when my son was sick with anorexia.
One of the most poignant aspects of Christmas this year was when, on Christmas Eve, we went to the school family carol service which is held every year. We found ourselves sitting in a pew next to Ben's old rugby coach who immediately recognised Ben was delighted to see him, enthusiastically shaking his hand.
This is the same member of staff who, during the bad times, ended up taking Ben to his office one day when Ben flew out of a lesson in floods of tears and was found cowering, in tears, behind the school chapel.
Gosh, how times have changed…