Bleugh! Business as usual in the coldest, greyest, gloomiest month of the year has n-o-t-h-i-n-g to recommend it in my book. Back to school, back to work, back to my tax return, which I've studiously ignored all through the holidays, and will inevitably struggle to file at the very last second of the very last minute of the very last day of January.
All things told January is a month that I could happily hibernate through. Forget about all those new year resolutions, and just wake me up for the daffodils!
We're back in London, Emi's back at school and it's raining outside. I found this rather miserable looking plant growing on a wind-swept, fog-bound moorland, and, at the risk of sounding like a drama queen, it's a perfect metaphor for how I feel about January.
All the best for now,