Another Christmas Note.

I’m worried about somebody. (Or at least let's say that I'm uncomfortably aware of her situation. Let’s avoid hyperbole.) I imagine that Christmas must be very stressful for her because of past problems and present pressures, and I’m so very fond of her.

But my daughter and her family were all together this year, which is good. Having been brought up in a household of seven they naturally gravitate to togetherness, whereas I was brought up in a household of three relatively disconnected individuals and so I gravitate naturally to aloneness because that confers freedoms which others might envy. I didn’t even meet anybody on my walk today, which is a consummation devoutly to be wished.

And on the subject of hyperbole, I intend to start examining YouTube critically with the aim of identifying those types of uploads which I refuse to watch. They’re legion, and I’ve been meaning to do it for a while. If I do manage to make the effort I might get a post out of it.

Compliments of the season or ‘bah, humbug’ as you prefer.