This is my favourite week of the year.
It’s too late to worry about what’s left on this year’s things-to-do list and too early t think about next year’s.
There’s enough food left over from Christmas to feed us and any waifs and strays who turn up without any effort.
There’s Christmas books to read – autobiographies of Fleur Sullivan and Alison Holst for openers.
There’s family and friends calling.
The sun’s shining.