So 2022 lurches to an end, and there’s fireworks outside as well as rain, and indoors there’s a smell of chlorine from when we celebrated by cleaning the inside of our washing machine with bleach.
This has been a long, onerous year in so many ways, but apart from coughs and splutters, the family remain healthy, we can sit in a perfectly dry basement, and we haven’t totalled a car for months. Tomorrow I start the year with a run, and then look back at all my resolutions, and maybe, just maybe, this is the year I pick up the banjo again.
Tonight we also watched Emily The Criminal which was horribly bleak, and so I had to take the antidote of the first ten minutes of The Men From UNCLE. I really think that should be a way to start the year, not end it…