Mistletoe

He found some. It is hanging in our kitchen-cum-dining-room-cum-living-room. He kissed me under it. May it bring luck, love, abundance and a lifting of my doldrum spirits. And yours, if you too are beset with winter blues. Are you?

I am so grateful for the efforts people go to to decorate their homes at this time of the year. One of the estate agents’ windows that I passed this morning was ablaze with lights. Marvellous, particularly as the Hot Bread Shop next door has subsequently closed and I’m no longer lifted by the smell of the baking dough. The temporary ice rink is also not stinting on the festive lights. The Castle opposite is lit up with a revolving rainbow of pinks, greens and blues. One of the ground floor flats on South Marine had bright white stars stuck to its windows – a little tacky but so cheering. My lights are on in the studio as I wait to make the phone call. I’m nervous. It’s been so long since I wrote. Or so it seems. Breathe – all will be well. And he seems really intriguing. Give me courage, this day and the next and the rest thereafter. Amen.