The Christmas Radio Times is put into the recycling, for a few weeks people will get the year wrong when starting letters and we anxiously await the first sighting of an Easter egg in Tesco so that we can be outraged by it. And then buy it. Welcome to the New Year.
There would be some photos of fireworks but I was fast asleep by midnight and for the first time not so much as disturbed by the sound of a distant cracker. Either I’m sleeping better or fireworks are getting weedier.
Here’s to a great