Nearly a new year, and Mike’s poor dad has a broken hip. The rain is absolutely bucketing down. So tomorrow evening is puzzle evening. I’ve had some lovely ones for Christmas, so a glass of wine and a dinning table is all I need. I shall also start work on the new book, see if I can give it some legs, and if that doesn’t quite feel right, then I shall have another go at ‘On the Way to Goldmeadow’.
Deep and meaningful thought for the year: knowing something deep inside is either a matter of repetition, (ie the words spoken over you, or those you say about yourself), or they are a gift. And God is the only one who can place that sort of loving gift inside, so that it sticks.
A lane on Sky. Onwards and upwards!
