Folly

I do not like people parties. So every year it feels a bit odd that I am almost the last to leave D's New Year's party 'raise a glass to the new year'. I guess it's just that she knows such very interesting people. I had several unusually good conversations this evening.

I'd spent much of the day feeding polyfilla into the many, many holes in what feels like a very hungry house. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to start painting.