Call me George

I love this time of year, the limbo, no man's land between Christmas and New Year, everyone is out of their routine, there is a lovely quietness, you see people you haven't seen for ages, you eat and eat and eat, television is even worse than usual. I also turned fifty last week, I'm assured I don't look that age, which I love, but there are cards embossed with 50 to prove it; and I often feel about eighty. We had a gorgeous gathering of family last week, my stepdad made me want to laugh and...