Reflexivité

We sat in our lounge watching Jools’s Hootenanny on TV, waiting for Midnight. OUT with the old; IN with the new. Mrs H, having escaped from solitary confinement downstairs, sat on the settee next to the Christmas tree, bejamaed, bemasked, beautiful! Be careful!

It’s a big room. Fortunately. Yours truly was there too, bemasked and still bedevilled by the bug, at the other end of the room. But we were together.

Come the hour, we both needed a New Year hug. But how? We were both beside ourselves! So we four gave ourselves hugs.

That’ll have to do for now!