Oh dear, I’m feeling restless tonight. Maybe its the rumours coming in from Amsterdam, maybe its something else. No details yet, of course, just a text message, its not hit the blogs as far as I can see, and I’m not going to add fuel to that fire until I see it confirmed.
Instead, let me think ‘out loud’ about Christmas. As most of you know I’m not much one for celebrating it, but it seems like a good time of year for getting back in touch with people I’ve not been good at keeping up with. So, to that end, I would like to write to you, on real paper, delivered by a postman. It won’t be a very long letter as I don’t really have a lot to say for myself (and most of what I do have to say gets said here anyway) – in exchange, I would like you, instead of buying me anything for the festive season (if you were considering that), to write to me, to tell me about your hopes, your dreams, and what you think my future holds.
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