I am not a fan of these first few weeks of the year. The days are dull and cold without any twinkly Christmas lights to cut through the grimness of midwinter. The hope of New Year soon dissipates with resolutions already broken days after they are made. Plus the telly is rubbish. Seriously, all these diet shows drive me to disappear head first into the Nutella jar.
Some twinkly highlights that have brightened up the January dinginess this week include watching Hunt for the Wilderpeople, reading Buddhism for Mothers by Sarah Napthali and La Belle Sauvage by Phillip Pullman and listening to John Martyn’s Sweet Little Mystery and Aiofe O’Donovan’s Jupiter. Also, lots of candles and cuddles, they always help. And of course chocolate spread by the faceful.