Monday 26 December 2022

The season some call Crimbo is nearly over.

It's curious, post covid, because so much has changed in the last couple of years.

My mother is dead.

Our son is (temporarily) home.

The house in France is real and there's a modest pull to be there.

I now work for a large company, and it's not really what I want.

The church changed around us, and we moved on finally. In some ways there was a loss of family, though for me the sense of losing the family had been there for years, and it's one reason why I'd no longer stay.


Life doesn't feel the same. This body is now creaking, troublesome, uncomfy, and neither of us are young any more. 


Wonder what 2023 will bring?