I’m not good at adapting to new regimes, even if the adjustments are small. Which in my small life they usually are. It makes me a little sad that this is the case, I’d hoped that life would bring me more largesse. But perhaps, in the end, the self knowledge that age has brought me is more valuable. Anyway, what I am trying to say is that it is odd not going from my dark, early morning walk. He persuaded me to give it a rest ‘until my body is better’ and he is right. For I am not right. So here I am in my studio ready to work at 3.50 am in the morning. My little fire is on, my bottles are warming my tummy and back and my fairy lights are switched on. I wish you all as happy a Christmas as you can muster.
