Entered the year in Leigh’s arms, as it should be. Mum, exhausted, had gone to bed around half past eight. Dad stayed up until midnight. Big Ben on the TV. Brother texted.
What I learned was, ‘Adapt but don’t adapt too much.’
We begin by acknowledging the Climate and Ecological Emergency.
Sat at a desk, writing
That’s what I’ve tried to do in my diary. Sit by myself and pay close attention to what’s going on.
You mean you can analyse this stuff?
But is it just your diary?
In 2022, I’m going to be doing something new.
It’s a written year, not just my scratchings of the next twelve months.