December almost gone, two days before another year begins; so how was December? Busy busy busy, but mostly satisfactory. I was late with Christmas shopping, but nothing new there and as always happens, everything is always ready by Christmas Eve, give or take one or two presents to be wrapped.
The day after the Hull Literary Luncheon where I spoke along with fellow writer Mike Pannet, I flew off from Humberside Airport to visit the daughter of a friend in Stockholm; it's such a lovely place to be in the run up to Christmas. No snow this year, unlike last, and not so cold, but nevertheless the city was very festive with shop windows beautifully decorated and almost every house and apartment window displaying decorous Christmas lights; not a sign of a blow up Father Christmas or flashing rooftop reindeer.
We once more enjoyed a delicious Yulebord, a wonderful Christmas concert in the Royal Opera House, visited a museum where work by Turner, Monet, and Cy Twombley, an artist I haven't come across before, were on show. We walked by the quayside and breathed in the icy Baltic air and thought what a great way to begin the Christmas month.
On our return, I had two more signing sessions with another visit to Hull Waterstone's and WHSmith, two speaking engagements, one draw of a raffle at HERIB, always a good place to be invited, a visit to the dentist, Christmas carols at St Mary's in Beverley, and then the delivery of family presents, and at the last minute, a Christmas video to all of my lovely readers -- or as one of my daughters wryly remarked, my message to the nation!
But now everyone has gone; we were six for Christmas lunch, and various friends and family called in over the holiday. The time goes so rapidly and the New Year will be upon us before we can blink an eye. I hope whoever is reading this, that life treats you kindly in the coming year, that you have good health, loving friendship to sustain you, lots of books to read and enlighten you and above all wish you a very happy New Year.
