I hate this time of year

Tuesday 29th October 2019

It’s dim and dark when I get up despite the clocks changing last weekend. I hate this time of year. Swimming at 7.00, in the office by 8.00. I need to finish a fair bit off this morning as I am away at a funeral this afternoon.

My oldest friend’s mother. I have fond and happy memories of the little twinkly lady who often fed me as a child. She was both mumsy and…