WINDING DOWN.
That's it then, another Christmas over (unless you're the sort of pedant who insists on counting the entire twelve days) and time to wind down.
Me? I am winding down by writing this.
My Leader? She is winding down by doing the ironing.
The cat Shadow? He, convinced that he is helping, is winding down asleep alongside my Leader.
It is an overcast but dry day (just in case anyone worries that an Englishman may have failed to mention the weather) and the year, which used to last ten years when we were young, has gone by in about ten days.
TAKING STOCK.
A helicopter has just gone over.
Probably from the hospital on the Island to the hospital at Southampton.
Somebody will be in urgent need of specialist care.
By comparison to whoever that poor soul is we've not had a bad year.
My Leader remains the irresistible force.
I remain the immovable object.
We tend to avoid head-on confrontation.
If you feel you have something to say that would really hurt, don't say it!
Our children and their spouses are in good nick, as are our grandchildren.
Yep, compared to that poor soul in the helicopter...
All we have to do now is see out the old year and see in the new.
AND MOVING ON.
We shall also have to get the insurance claim settled for the accident caused when, just before Christmas, a car came across against the traffic lights and hit our car which my Leader was driving, alone, after taking a friend on a hospital visit.
Always happens like that, doesn't it?
Fortunately neither driver was hurt and there is a witness that Maureen, driving through on a green light, was in no way to blame.
However, due to my connection with them many years ago, I am insured with the charity Age Concern about which I have considerable doubts...
More anon.
Meantime a Happy New Year to my reader and to anyone else who happens to look in.
Be lucky.
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