Short Story: The Journey to a New Year Resolution

On the Sixth Day of Christmas… one of those meals that you are obliged to go to in the festive season. A season I normally love but at every turn this year I seem to be bah humbugged. And this was the start. We were herded in for tepid soups and limp turkey. Separated onto a series of canteen plastic tables I was wedged onto an interesting table for exactly the wrong reasons. A white man, a recent immigrant, a wheelchair user and a pregnant woman. It took me a full ten minutes of political ag...