Don't look back in anger

On the way to Dunbar, looking back to West Barns across Belhaven Bay.

The children are away for a few nights so I have a little peace and quiet, a little wine (for the first time in a week), the Christmas Tree is out the window (literally), and time to reflect on the season. I emerge older (inevitably), clearer on what I want to do with the coming years, and guilt-free. Compared to last year that's a major, major triumph. Although the older bit is just the same.

Operation "Chuck The Tree Out The Window" went well - to a point. That was the point when the carefully manouvered tree slipped and the branches sprang one by one against the window frame, machine-gunning the living room with needles. Oh, f'n brilliant. Cue entire room hoover - every corner, every rug and sofa, every shelf and basket. Right now some just fell out of my hair.

I have a great idea for making money next year - cut trees at the trunk, stick them in buckets of soil and sell them as rooted trees. Oh, but obviously someone thought of that before. Bah!

Music: very dear to me and particularly since I'm reflecting on the season is Joni Mitchell's "Blue". I listened to every word whilst preparing this blip, and the situations there are precisely relevant to me just now. I did bring it up in conversation the other day, but I didn't get much response so I'm mentioning it here for myself.

In other news, I hear Youssou N'dour is running for President of Senegal! How brilliant is that!?

And finally in music ... today's cheesy but lovely tune: Sebastien Tellier - La Ritournelle. Late Night Tales, right enough.