The Gaelic for December is an Dùbhlachd, literally “the blackness”, and I can understand why. It’s bad enough in London. I know it’s worse up there.
I took a few boxes to the local charity shop. We had a load of things sitting in the living room that we’d used in the old flat but which we don’t need or have space for here. It’s nice to have the space.
I had my birthday. I took the day off, or, rather, moved around my working days so that I had the day off. I didn’t do anything special.
I occasionally get shameless emails saying something like, “you have a dead link on your website, why not link it to [generic article on spammy content farm] instead?”