I hope TS Eliot forgives me for misquoting him but my world feels a little Eliotonian at this time.
I feel like I'm whirling through Prufrock's etherised sky.
We limped through the Christmas period with some great days and some wobbles but yesterday my lovely dad (who suffers from Lymphoma) was admitted to hospital for some tests after some worrying symptoms.
But as the year comes to a close I take comfort in Eliot's words:
For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.
And of course there is comfort in clothes.
I have not bought any new clothes but have received some lovely gifts (and giftcards).
Top of the list are the real UGG boots my husband had imported from Australia and the wool coat my parents bought me from Marks and Spencer.
I haven't kept a record of all my outfits during my absence but here are a few.
Before I sign off today I'd like to thank everyone who has left comments - several times over the past week or so I have read and re-read them and they have meant so much. Thanks for your kindness.