‘Shall I give you some advice?’ said my little sister, Debs.
‘Can I stop you?’ ‘You could put your hands over your ears and hum the national anthem, but otherwise probably not.’
We are having coffee and biscuits in her flat, and having a good moan about Christmas, New Year, winter, and the gloom that grips the soul when looking out of a window and watching a light drizzle fall steadily over the park.
Oh, do forgive me. I know you visit this