‘I may not always love you…’ as soon as those lyrics kicked in on Saturday night I was a, and I cannot stress this enough, blubbering mess of a human.You see, this Christmas marks two-and-a-half years since I’ve seen my family, and let me tell you, if you’re not seeing your own this year may I suggest watching something not as heart-shatteringly painful as the final scene of Love Actually?Every year it’s a thing we all do, isn’t it?
Watch a bunch of people fall in and out of love, have their hearts mended and broken, yell at Alan Rickman, cry for Emma Thompson and wonder whether we’d be in a better spot if Hugh Grant was actually PM, all because it’s December.This year it was no different, and it was all well and good until that sodding.
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