As the lady who cleans for me said a minute ago - " it's weeks coming with days of preparation and then it's gone in a flash!" Well, now I just can't wait to get all the decorations put away and get the whole house back to normal. None of this Twelfth Night nonsense for me.
I must say that we had lovely, thoughtful presents. I am a great reader and have favourite authors (as I am sure we all do) and I was delighted to received two paperbacks by two of my very favourites. I can't recommend them highly enough if you haven't read them (and if they happen to be amongst your favourite authors too).
Both have huge sections about the second world war - both very different in content and in the way it is dealt with - but graphic and gripping.
The first one is Kate Atkinson's "Life after Life" and the second Sebastian Faulk's "Where my heart used to beat." Having read them both I now want more and I want it now.
Kevin Maher in today's Times says that today's
philosophy tends to be 'if I don't get that package within minutes of ordering it, my life will be over'.
He is speaking about Amazon's filing of a patent in the U S for a manned airborne warehouse which will float in the stratosphere at 45,000 feet and which will be able to deliver packages within minutes of ordering, by drone.
I must say that reading this I have not yet gone on to Amazon this morning to have a look what other books by the two authors I have mentioned I can send for.
The weather here is beautiful from the comfort of the house. Standing in the bay window and looking out it is full sunshine, light breeze and glorious. Step outside and it is very cold (on freezing) - but then it is January and this kind of cold kills bugs and is much better in every way than what we up here call 'muggy' weather.
So - here we are again. A new year, new ideas and interests to fill the hours, plenty of visits out with friends for coffee and for food, a mound of Christmas jig saws to do (one down, six more to go) and three quarters of the Christmas cake left to eat (I don't care for it but it does stop me having to think about the farmer's tea time piece of cake.
Onward and upward is the way to go.