In 2016 I wrote loads and loads of rubbish because I'm a rubbish writer and no one reads it so ultimate freedom is mine.
2021, maddest year of my life, Hospital surgery, corona virus pandemic, masks and more of the usual mundane.
I got in to knitting, and the agreed faint ambition to please people, or at least not annoy them faded.
Now I really don't care, its so nice.
