Hoping it’s a really good one.

I couldn’t post anything Christmassy because there were so many hits on my post about Polly and me that my bandwidth was stretched beyond capacity –

– which seems somehow fitting at Christmas when our waist-bandwidth is much exceeded too.

I don’t hold much with new year’s resolutions – they always seem too puritanical; it seems such a waste of a life. I do not want to have written on my gravestone: here lies Clara Vulliamy, who spent much of her life wishing she was slim, sober or solvent yet very rarely was.

But if I do make any, it will be to find a pair of tights that stay up and to make a Baked Alaska and get it RIGHT this time.

So, my wish for us all is for a year ahead that is fun and fruity, and for those of us back to work today or soon and feel as if we are being fired out of a cannon I hope we can at least enjoy the view!