A gloomy Sunday morning by the sea. I can hear the traffic outside along with the noise of the oven fan. Shoulder of lamb with garlic, rosemary and thyme slowly roasts in said oven. And my dad is at church.
Alone at home I reflect on a glorious few days on the Kent coast. Marred only by bizarre dreams and obsessive thoughts there was none of the devastating fear and overehelmed drama of the last three Christmases. In part that is clearly driven by a change of manager and new direction in work.
I do not return to that until 5th although I do drive home to Hertfordshire tomorrow.
People and food always light up Christmas for me. And both lights have shone brightly. I do not fear 2026 as I did 2023 and 2025. What will be will be but I have the autonomy to at least partially shape what comes up. That is good.
Now just got to enjoy my final full day away with roast lamb and a friend's party.
I Heard a Voice.
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