Back to reality

It's time to get back to the humdrum business of everyday life after the Yuletide break.
Someone once said that April was the cruellest month; I think it was T.S. Eliot. From my own experience, January is the cruellest. It is in this month that old memories return and past heartaches are relived. It is a dull and dreary month with little prospect of the warmth of summer returning.
January was the birth month of the woman that I loved above all others. I was so very lucky to find her and so totally devastated when she died. I'm still wondering whether to record our story or not. I think that most probably I may do.
On a lighter note, what do you do with all the mince pies and Christmas cake that you got for the holidays that were never eaten? There are always a few left and by now, you are heartily fed up with them! In the north-east region, Newcastle, for example. there is a night set aside for the eating and drinking of everything left over from Christmas. Friends and neighbours will pool together whatever that they have left and hold a party. This usually occurs on the first Saturday after the New Year and it is a tradition that has been observed for several decades.

As I said in my previous blog; I am not one for making resolutions but I think that I may just be tempted to make one; that is to try and mend a few fences and to hold out an olive branch to one or two people. I hope that I am successful in this venture.