a year. A long time, but only in retrospect.
It's short while your're living it,
when you don't know if it ends
today or tomorrow or next month.'
A page from last year's journal at Christmas time. This is the first year ever that I'm organised! Welcome
sunshine on waking this morning. So welcome after all the torrential rain we have all been experiencing
recently. Cor! it doesn't half brighten your feelings. Trouble is it sneaks around the corners of rooms you haven't dusted for months and glints amongst the tumble-weeds of fluff!