Happy New Year!

So it happened again. In the tick of a clock, the year changed while I had my back turned. I was erm, asleep. I know there were fireworks locally because someone other than me heard them. I had had a couple of ridiculously generous celebratory drinks earlier and sleep was easy to gain. And I admit, hard to shake off this morning.

A box of Christmas cards ready to ship. The ones I made for the charity...remember? I barely do.

We've had the laziest Christmas week ever, I think. Seriously, apart from changing bedding between visitors I don't think I've done anything of any significance! We've woven a rich path between friends and relatives for visits that involve food and drink. I'll go anywhere for fruitcake. I have expressed excitement over a Wedding invitation as 'Oh good, a fruit cake day'.

I'm not great at looking back, but I do want to warn you. 2017 was a bit of a recovery year for me - adjusting and shrugging on my new normal. One of the things I neglected, in my opinion, was my blog. So here's the warning. That will change this year. I hope the blog won't change, but the frequency of posting will. Of course, none of this will mean anything if this is your first reading here. And none of it, in the grand scheme of things, is very impressive! 

It was a pleasure to hear the BBC announcing New Year as it arrived across various continents. Because I know people on most of them now, people I've never met, thanks to blogging. I wish you a happy and healthy 2018. If you've got those two, everything else is easier. And I hope you'll drop in here every now and then to read the ramblings of a friend you may not have met. Yet.