Anyway, I got smothered in sticky kisses from my babies first thing in the morning, my daddy squeezed me lots of oranges, and the house, wrapped in fog, felt adrift on a cloud of unexpected joy.
The day before, I spent a steamy afternoon at the hammam with two great friends, and a lovely evening partying at home with cheese, wine and more friends. The phone kept ringing throughout the day and the city even switched on the Christmas lighting in my honour (what else?).
But still, I had to make a conscious effort not to look forward or back, because either sides of now still hurt too much.
And while I am timidly hoping for change, I still feel very much like a paper boat in a dangerous sea.
We had a good dance to Little Boots’s Remedy thanks to the talents of DJ JB