So I have a six week sabbatical from this place (what with Xmas and New Year and general apathy) and the whole means of bringing my pointless meandering posts to you, my reading public, has changed. For the better, I think. So what has happened in the interim? Well, Xmas and New Year, obviously, a new president, Burns’ Night (and I made haggis, tatties, neeps and cranachan along with cock-a-leekie soup). Not much else – spring seems to have sprung in Ealing today – I suppose that in the same way policemen and Dr Who seems to get younger as every year passes, so spring aarives earlier. But it’s not even February yet. But then it did snow in October (as far as I can remember). Everything is a little confused.
