Annus horribilis
This past twelve months has been the worst year of my life, COVID has nothing to do with either. Last year my husband and I were returning from our first international trip, cruising around idyllic (and some not so) pacific islands for twelve days. Did a few things I had never done before such as being driven on the ‘wrong’ side of the road, snorkelling a reefs around a tropical island before sailing back towards home. We sailed through thick smoke that stretched from the fires that were burning Australia all the way to New Zealand, I remember dreading what I might return to but that didn’t prepare me for the nightmare that waited for me at home. I was yet to turn my phone on as we docked in Sydney harbour when there was a knock at the door, our travelling companion came with news no parent could want to hear, our son was in hospital with multiple stab wounds endured during a mugging, three days before. I remember sitting in shock in our cabin, tear...