Reflections on 2020

At the close of this year like no other, I wanted to drop by and gather my thoughts. My posts are similar to my journals, with extended gaps between entries. Rather than feeling that this is somehow a failure on my part, I’ve come to accept that it’s just me. That I don’t lose interest…

A Peep Through the Keyhole

To date, I’ve lived in no fewer than 14 places that I’ve called home and they have varied enormously in size, age and characteristics but I’ve come to the conclusion that this one may be my favourite. Built in the decade that both P and I were born, 1965 to be exact, it has retained…