Not that this is a New Year's Resolution or anything, but it's the 14th. Last time I wrote something here was the 7th, and before that, the 1st. So ... the world goes on. Sun came up this morning red among broken red clouds, slightly to the left of the hotel; it's moving around the horizon already. Wet ground and very clear air; the distance in fine detail. Every recent forecast has mentioned wind, rain, snow, cold. The police evacuated villages on the East coast yesterday - tea and sandwiches in the village halls, then the "storm surge" didn't after all coincide with the high tide, and everybody went home. Further North, the usual British reaction to snow.
On the radio, further spy-novel allegations about he's-not-even-president-yet Trump, too neatly lurid to be real, while our lot bore on about the Brexit negotiations. And the NHS continues its slow, tragic collapse. Either nothing's happening in the world or the news organisations don't have the budgets to look for anything new. My Amaryllis Hippeastrum Red Lion is now 16 inches tall (and I've found my measuring tape).
On the radio, further spy-novel allegations about he's-not-even-president-yet Trump, too neatly lurid to be real, while our lot bore on about the Brexit negotiations. And the NHS continues its slow, tragic collapse. Either nothing's happening in the world or the news organisations don't have the budgets to look for anything new. My Amaryllis Hippeastrum Red Lion is now 16 inches tall (and I've found my measuring tape).