It's Not About The Fights

Boxing day. As a child I used to think it was so named because people would get into fights about who was getting the leftovers and which board games to play in the afternoon. The innocence of youth!

Today has been quiet aside from the gale that is blowing outside which brings with it the sound of doors banging and trees whistling. It has been so quiet in fact that you're getting another flower blip, I apologise for my unimaginative evening but I'm not quite brave enough to face the gale.