I returned to work today – or rather, I turned through ninety degrees within the junk-room, plugged my work laptop back in, and grimaced while clicking the Outlook and Teams icons.

After falling asleep at about 11pm last night I woke at 3am and discovered my other half had been to bed at some point, and then gone downstairs.

After making it all the way through Christmas and New Year without catching any of the various coughs and colds that were doing the rounds, I suddenly sneezed this afternoon.

After clearing the decks at chore-city this morning I walked (very slowly) into town with my middle daughter.

Well, here we are again.

As the final hours of 2025 ebbed away, I sat on the sofa with a laptop, quietly lifting 22 years worth of blog posts into the air – to land them far from the madding crowd.

After falling off the internet in recent days, I reached out to a few friends around the world this morning – wishing them a happy “Boxing Day”, and none of them outside the UK had a clue what I was referring to.

Somehow we’ve made it through Christmas in one piece.

It’s been a few days again.

I went to my other half’s work Christmas party as her “plus one” last night.