The tree has gone - it was dropping needles faster that Brian Rix's trousers, fairy lights, etc. Only the door wreath and the stair lights remain like a little gravy, caught in the moustache and missed by the napkin.
I gather from Ben that Johanna made it home OK, so that's all OK then.
Somehow I feel miserable. Randall's 'Achievement' post sparked it. I can look back and see the good things of the last year, but it FEELS pointless and hollow. Never mind, feeling are not reality and perception IS false, so on we go. For once the French have the right idea in more than just food and wine.