Christmas, traditionally, is the time of year when I obsess gloomily about my many shortcomings… when I am confronted most starkly with the contrast between the goodness in the world and the badness in me. Not this year, though. It doesn’t mean that I’m becoming a better person, alas; it just means that the world is going to hell in a handcart.
Licensed today: Birdoswald Roman fort, on Hadrian's Wall, near Gilsland, Cumbria…
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