A bitter wind is sweeping in from the east. It chills me to the bone going out although the disposition is sunny. I'm down by the sea as this incredibly difficult last year winds towards its inexorable end.
A year ago things were extremely difficult. They got more so as spring came and I finally did what everyone had been telling me to do and go off long term sick.
By all accounts I'm much more stable now. That said with a new job, yet to be defined, there is hope for 2026. And trepidation.
Down here on the Kent coast our small family is together. The shopping done, the fizz on ice, the goose ready for cooking tomorrow and ragu tonight. I just bought some Chianti to go with it.
The world remains a troubled place of war, natural disasters, climate change and dangerous political chaos. Polarisation in mood, sentiment and belief makes it more dangerous. The haves get richer and the have nots get poorer and hungrier. Will stability come?
For now I leave you. Thanks for reading in the silence of blogland.
I Heard a Voice.
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