Round Robin

Well, what an odd year! It started well as Lily was born early February. But then things went downhill. But... despite restrictions, summer was warm and coffees, lunches and even suppers together al fresco were lovely.

My attempts at golf, when permitted, gave me exercise and a rare opportunity for un-pc jokes with some mates. Then sciatica struck, increasing my bad language quotient and failing to extract an ounce of sympathy from Corrine, my otherwise lovely wife. Probably just as well as self-pity wallowing is no cure for sciatica.

I’ve found that anger makes it better. Damn it!