But in 2012, in England, we didn’t have seasons. We just had rain. And this winter the west has been unfairly singled out for more than its fair share of the wet stuff, causing widespread flooding. Recently the rain was followed by heavy snow. I’m lucky, I live in Gloucestershire, high up in the Cotswold Hills, so we avoided the floods, but for over a week we have been effectively snowed-in. And it’s not only the weather that has been a ‘downer’. My Christmas was a wash-out. Apart from my midstream costume change from Christmas Fairy to Florence Nightingale, the fact we had illness in the house prevented my son and daughter-in-law from holidaying with us. Add in the annual ‘January blues’ that has afflicted me since and it’s no wonder I’ve been feeling sorry for myself. So when Pauline Barclay invited me to throw my towel on a lounger by her pool and sip (personally I prefer to glug) champagne, I didn’t take much persuading.
Despite my apparent autumn / winter bias, I love the sun and I have very much enjoyed sitting beside your pool, Pauline, and wittering on about the whys and wherefores of setting the start of a story at the turn of the year. But I must try to break the habit.
And please remember, everything I have just said could well be rubbish and it’s all just a meaninglesh coincidence. Wheresh that bottle?
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