Doesn’t the year seem to be galloping on? Now we’re on the final slope towards its end, time has speeded up with a worrying momentum. I don’t think that going away for the first week in November helped, I left in early autumn and returned to near-winter and long to-do lists.
Having said that, I’m feeling quite good at the prospect of December, largely because I won”t have to make holly wreaths this year. You may remember how much I dislike this job, yet I felt obliged to do it because they were worth so much to Al. He bought the wire frame and we mostly cadged fir and holly to make the body of the wreath – that part was the Sage’s job. Al made several pounds profit on each, if you didn’t count anything for my time, which I didn’t. I sat down two or three evenings a week with an old sheet spread over the floor and worked away for two or three hours getting thoroughly prickled hands – anyway, that’s it, I don’t have to now. So I can – um – well, I can lounge around in the evenings not doing much instead, now I come to think of it.
In fact, I’m rather cheerful. I’ve been thinking back a year for one thing, because it was during November last year that my hip became so much worse suddenly, and I can’t help contrasting then with now.