It is, if you have not already noticed, that time of year. A time when pubs open and folk clubs shut. There is much unaccompanied singing of course, but it tends to be in the street after closing time. It is a time for family and for peace and therefore copious amounts of food and alcohol. This will be taken in the company of family members whose presence you require said copious amounts of alcohol to tolerate.
Well; it is only once a year.
That being the case, Gentle Reader, this week the blog is not a blog, it is merely a note. A note from Carol and myself to wish you all a very Merry Christmas and to express our hope that Santa brings you all you may wish for.
Unless it’s a banjo.