Last year I decided to do Christmas alone in London. It felt right - like I could handle it. After three years of either being away on holiday or throwing myself into charity work for Crisis, I thought 'I can do this'. I can be in my flat, on Christmas Day, on my own, and just be.
One month in and like Bear Grylls and those chaps on that island. I am deserted. Well I'm being dramatic; I now live alone. I think it was Jennifer Anniston who once said (in a film) "You learn a lot about yourself by living alone." So what have I learnt?