Xmas...

It’ll be good to see the shortest day come and go. When the weather’s gloomy, as it is today, there are only about six hours of daylight. I can edit picture on dull days, but only if I’ve taken enough pictures to make it worthwhile to fire up the computer! At least I can always do some writing.

I’ve no real complaints: the weather may be dreary, but it’s mild, and I watch Christmas approaching with a puzzled detachment. It really does look like a collective neurosis. If the festivities increased the sum of human happiness - even slightly - I’d be all for them. But they don’t. I gave up Christmas nearly ten years ago, because it had gone too far. There were withdrawal symptoms, for a year or two, but they’ve all gone now. I have a packet of turkey and stuffing flavoured crisps; I’d eat them on Christmas Day if they weren’t past their sell-by date…

Fire at the Fleece...