I have just done the rounds of the international TV news channels at the end of Christmas Day. In the process, I have been subjected to at least twenty similar, but different, definitions of what Christmas is all about, all of which gave me indigestion without eating anything. I'll cut to the chase, then. Christmas,... Continue Reading →
The Christmas Letter
It used to be quite acceptable not to communicate with one's friends until just prior to Christmas, and, at a stretch, at Easter, or on birthdays. This year, no doubt, my mother has once again managed the "post before" date and those friends of long standing smile fondly at an envelope which arrives at Christmas... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 