I feel as if I've had a lovely month but when I look back over January it looks a pretty awful thirty one days. It started with a disgusting cold, meandered through problems with electricity. broadband, heating, and drains, veered off to the garden for a fallen fence then rapidly back indoors for a dead freezer and finished with a bruised face, the result of being attacked by the kitchen clock. As I write all that it sounds like a catalogue of disasters. I deserve sympathy.
But thank you very much, I don't need sympathy. There has been so much joy!
The first snowdrops, primroses, and daffodils. Wonderful soups and stews. The kindness of someone saving a nearly new rollator for me. Meals and coffees out with friends. Joyful worship. Trying a new craft (glass etching). Great service from my landlord. A ninetieth birthday party.
And through everything the kindness and support of others. Truly I feel I can look back over a wonderful month.