This blog is not really about anything. It’s Christmas and the days of the week are all jumbled up. I suddenly realised it was Friday, as well as Boxing Day, and Friday is, of course, the day I write this page. So what is there to say? Well, a million things, but somehow I can’t think of them. Sam and Ben got married last Saturday, a mighty wonderful event, and Christmas has been and gone. Nick is staying with us and Tom was here. We visited Ellen today and walked in Winchester.

I can’t write about the wedding because it was so grand and so wonderful. Or I can write about the wedding, for the same reasons. It was a wonderful affirmation of love and commitment witnessed by us all, a spotlight on an exciting family.

I’m up the pole with this. All my atomic habits have all gone out of the window and I’ve got a cough. If I can get this onto the page and published I will have stuck with one habit, and that feels positive, although writing about writing the blog as a way of writing the blog is somewhat absurd. The perfect blog is just around the corner, next week, or the week after. This is a holding blog. Damn! This is nonsense.

But somehow it isn’t. Somehow it is being alive, being with family, walking in this world. I cooked a really good Christmas dinner and Louise and Tom and Nick all enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. That is good.

There is always tomorrow, when things may be perfect, but it is today that matters, when things are as they are, perfect or all over the place, it doesn’t matter, so the chaos of this scribble is fine, fine, fine.

See you next year!