‘January, sick and tired, you’ve been hanging on me.’ Lyrics from the 1975 solo UK number one hit by a group called Pilot.
At this time of the first and lengthy month on the annual calendar it’s usually the way l am feeling and – for all of us l am sure – even more so this year.
And also – like a lot of other families – my kith and kin are concentrating their thoughts around a relative currently suffering the full effects of this horrid pandemic.
Talking about ‘hope’ my walk this morning provided evidence that in the midst of this deep winter nightmare, spring is beginning to let in the light.
