the easiest at the best of times, let alone when yours is surrounded by a cloud of deceit. I started thinking about the many times I had lied to get what I wanted, deceit had almost become a tradition within our dysfunctional family.
             I peered out of the steamed up window of the catamaran to see the approaching mainland. By my calculations I would have to wait about 15 minutes before I had to board the 09:10 train, at least I had some time to have a bit of breakfast, my stomach was not exactly making the most inviting of noises!
             I had completely forgotten that it was the 'festive' season, that was, until I stepped into the train station café and noticed that most furniture was laden with a multicoloured variation of cheap tinsel, the selection of food available for purchase accompanied this theme well, mince pies and Christmas pud were among the obvious. I chose a strong black coffee and warmed piece of apple pie to sustain my hunger, surprisingly it was good enough for me to finish the lot, although it should have been for the extortionate price. No time to sit around, I had to go. As the heavy door slammed shut behind m
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