Hello! Welcome to my newsletter for New Year 2020. In this issue:
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I hope you had a refreshing holiday and are now feeling the pull of exciting new tides.
Dave and I enjoyed a blissful hibernation. We unplugged the internet and read books, watched movies, cooked epic feasts. All was calm, all was bright.
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Outside, meanwhile, our neighbourhood was hitting the news. On Christmas Day, a snowman flew into the front garden of a nearby house and destroyed a brick shed, a fence and a tree. The snowman was a Premier League footballer in fancy dress, his flying machine was a 5.2-litre Lamborghini.
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If this accident had a genre, it would be Christmas viewing. No-one was hurt, not even the house. To complete the festive tone, the footballer had recently instagrammed himself singing Walking In The Air (click the pic for the full recital) .
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We were entirely unaware until friends came visiting several days later, bringing the gossip of the connected world. 'You haven't heard? The daftest story of the season happened around the corner and you missed it?'
So yes, we really got away from it all.
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This was a gift from my college friend Ewan. He knows - through exceedingly auld acquaintance - that I am mad for Kate Bush. She was the muse of my teenage years. She was so mysterious, so fearlessly herself. Also, a fine role model for wuthering hair. Anyway, the book spines in this picture are all titles of her songs. Aren't they perfect? This will hang in my study.
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