Back in Preston, it's the quiet before the storm. The kitchen has been a storm of productivity in our absence. The table is laden with canapes, quiches, mince pies, trifle, rice salad, pasta salad, green salad, fruit salad, cheese straws... and I'm probably missing again as many nibbling options for tonight's New Year's party.
I feel as if I was just settling in to 2004, just getting used to it, finally remembering to write the year correctly on forms, and here it is, trailing to an end already. I hope you're all doing well, wherever you are, whatever you're doing, wherever you're going.