It has not been a good week. It started with an unexpected family death. The shock and the sadness is bad enough but throw in
Forty weeks into my sixtieth year. Only twelve weeks until I move into my seventh decade. A lot of numbers. And it is the numbers
The Christmas decorations have been packed away and the last of the chocolate truffles eaten. All that is left is a fridge full of cheese
A New Year. A time for resolutions and looking forward knowing that in a couple of weeks this year will feel very much the same