I think the time's come to bow out here, at least for a while. I didn't think I'd do this, that I'd presumably do what so...

Tom's Christmas leftover socks, made not from cold cuts, dry sage and onion stuffing and petrified Christmas pudding, but from the...

The last red candle is burned, the cards come down, we eat the last piece of Christmas cake with the last glass of very delicious aged po...

This is perhaps my tenth New Year post (I've not checked if I did one the first year), it's something of a custom to commit to doin...

The rather jaded stage. But it's been a perfectly good one, as it usually is. Quiet, of course. We've got the card sending, and c...

... which seems quite a lot of years. I am having a rather wonderful day, in fact. My birthday treat was really to go to England last wee...

So, I've downloaded and printed the paperwork to apply for French citizenship (dual, with British, which you can have), and put th...

The first real frost we've had and quite a hard one, which doesn't leave the grass all day in places. The pastures look blue with i...

Little to report. I owe too many e-mails, stocks are running low, there are still piles of leaves to rake in the garden, and in general I h...

Well, it's the 27th already, and I'm only just ready to say that posting every day is becoming any kind of strain. I did think I mi...