Happy New Year. Let us hope it is better than last year. I got up this morning to see a light dusting of snow in the yard. I will not be going anywhere today. Last night I sat up late watching Jools Holland’s Annual Hootenanny. I enjoyed it. They did well to put on a show under the difficult circumstances. There was a singer called Celeste who I thought was particularly good. She sang a duet of Blue Moon with 80-year-old Tom Jones who revealed that he has already received the Covid vaccine. I think a million of the elderly have had their first jab now, which is encouraging. After Jools they showed Glastonbury highlights from the past which brought back some happy memories. While I was watching I finished off the wine from a hamper which a friend had kindly sent me for Christmas. There is no alcohol in the house now. It will be dry January for me. I cannot see the point in drinking without friends to socialise with.
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I wonder what the year has in store. The transition period of Brexit has ended now. I think it will be an economic disaster, but I hope I am wrong. I bet Johnson will still be blaming all our woes on Covid for years to come. It will be good to see the back of Trump, but Trumpism will remain. Joe Biden has an exceedingly difficult job ahead. I hope the best people are put in the important jobs. The world still has the same problems even without Covid, such as climate change which is even more important. We shall see.
I got some nice albums recently. I’ll start telling you
about them tomorrow. I’ll try and write something every day on my blog page
this year. I say that every year! See you tomorrow. I will leave you with a
joke I heard on the telly last night. A man goes to the doctor. The doctor
says, “What is the trouble?”. The man says, “I think I am going deaf doctor”.
The doctor says, “What are the symptoms?”. The man says. “They are a cartoon family
on the TV doctor”.
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