It has been an exciting year, despite Covid. I have read 365 books, knitted 14 blankets, 11 sweaters, 73 pairs of socks, 81 woolly hat and scarf sets, 64 soft toys and a Christmas wreath. All donated to charity, of course. It goes without saying that I get my wool from Charles’ estate.
Outdoor expeditions have included 63 coffee mornings in the garden with neighbours and friends, exciting lone walks down local footpaths, hacking at the brambles and nettles, and receiving greetings from various masked strangers passing by my house.
My psychiatrist is very pleased with my progress, and I haven’t shoplifted any mince pies in the past week.
The family are all doing well, as usual. It’s a pity that all their accolades and awards have had to be received in the post, or the internet because of the Virus, but heigh-ho, next year’s may be presented in person.
I hope that you and your family are coping well with the lockdown. It’s quite fortunate that you have all had previous experience of close confinement, so staying at home won’t be difficult for you.
I’m looking forward to hearing your news, though I expect that you won’t have much of note to report.