Not everything is a metaphor

One last, quick post before I vanish temporarily under a crumbly blanket of mince pies and a heaving reservoir of mulled wine.

Thank you to all the readers of this blog. Some of you I know personally, some I know through the internet, some of you are shadowy strangers or folk brought here by an old post about the word unconfident. I hope you will all have a happy and healthy new year.

There is a squirrel staring at me through the window. I think that says it all.