Well, the year has started and then stalled. Suddenly, nature has put the brakes on and time seems to have slowed down considerably. December flew by like a bat at a Chinese market, but January is already crawling along like a dog with a sofa tied to its tail. Philippa is hassling me to consign the Christmas decorations back into storage, as if the North Pole Police will kick the door in if we dare to leave the tree up past twelfth night. Personally, I'm tempted to keep the fairy lights twinkling right through until Valentine's Day at least, but I don't suppose I'll have much of a say in the matter.
Mathew doesn't understand why Father Christmas can't come again later this month. He wants more Lego and isn't keen on waiting another year to get some. I said I might ask for a set or two for my birthday, if he thinks he can stretch himself to last until the 20th.
Work is very quiet now. It is our quietest time of year, but that is most welcome after the craziness towards the end of 2022. Hard to believe that it's only a couple of months until we hit the Easter holidays and we're back to full capacity again, but when I can see clearly across the park at 4.30pm now, it's difficult not to think about it. I need to enjoy this little spell of downliness while we have it, I guess, although I think I'm definitely someone whose brain works much better when I'm busier.
The evenings seem to be getting lighter a lot earlier than I remember it happening before, but the mornings are still ridiculously dark when I'm driving to work.
And that's all I have for you for now...
RC 5-1-23
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