....................................................that time of year........the fag end.........lost between all that went before in 2015 & the New Year to come............mince pies all eaten, sick of chocolate & bloated from too much TV (& searching the TV guide desperately for something worthwhile to watch)....the weather not good enough for walks.....................................resolutions? none..........................except:
- why don't you stop blogging? blogs ceased being an attractive proposition to everyone years ago, so we're told
- do something bigger, bolder, more adventurous (like what?)
- get fit (that old one)
- write a novel (ha-ha!)
- take up painting (ha-ha-ha!)
- leave Facebook (but they're the only friends I have, more or less)
- sell all but your most precious books
& so on...................................................................................................................................................
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Ferdinand: what were you doing when you worked as a liftgirl?
Marianne: Oh nothing...I looked at people's faces
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