Bev is looking after her grandsons so I have taken the opportunity to have myself a traditional old year’s night, which for me involves going to bed before 11 and sleeping through the fireworks, although being such a light sleeper that can be difficult, on one year the next door neighbours were letting off fireworks so loud I woke up and it took minutes to get back to sleep (although on another year I was lighting fireworks with a plumbers flame gun (what are they called?), though that may have been Guy Fawkes).

Things changed this year, the death of my father being the most obvious. Things will change next year, probably significantly within the family. In the year ending I have not worried so much, and have enjoyed myself more. I have not done much recently as a sole trader or jobbing poet and artist, but that does not seem to worry me. I guess I will continue to do the best I can with what I have, and try and do the same with what I invent. Walburgas 20!2, Saturday 25th Feb. in Clerkenwell Green anyone? I will ask again soon, but it would be good to hear from anyone who would like to come to the show.

I hope all my family, friends and readers have an even better year than the one they have just had.

Janus laid a head between the lands
Of time past grasping and time to fly
May your shuttle fly your light through joyous strands
That leave behind worlds made better by all you try