2023 has passed rather quietly
In the list of special or even notable years , it has pretty much limped by, largely unnoticed by most of us.
Unseen, rather like the pair of underpants that straddle one of the beams above the kitchen patio
The ones with the holes I flung out of the bathroom window in the autumn.
Damp and somewhat unnoticed
The underpants and the year.
Now don’t get me wrong , there have been the highlights
The Sagrade Familia, the only building to have ever made me cry in public.
The Grande Canal in Venice,the biggest film set in the world.
Don Quixote at the Royal Opera House
Falling in love with Sheffield all over again with “ Standing at the Sky’s Edge”
The joyful ABBA Voyage, Les Misterables, Miss Saigon and La Traviata
The reopening of the National Portrait Gallery,
Pedro Peascal, The Last of Us
The proud return of the Trelawnyd Flower Show
Perhaps there was more to 2023 that met the eye!
The Stirling work by the TCA in saving the village hall for another couple of years,
Auntie Glad’s death
Albert’s too
And being the oldest on my University course which now dominates every Tuesday with its hard work and challenging ways.
And here is 2024, just ahead
And I won’t lie, it daunts me a little.
I will still book things ahead of time
Things to look forward to…it’s my way
Indeed in two weeks it’s Backstairs Billy at The Duke Of York’s with Nu
What fun!
But the loneliness remains a little hard to take especially on winter days like these
Where the wind gives you a shiver only a hug can remove
Affable Despot Jason , has just knocked on the lane window
It’s almost dark , but you can still see his wide grin in the gloom
He invited me up to the Hall Party later tonight
