2nd January 2022

 At midnight on Friday, I opened the front door and, ignoring the Blackpool-lights in our road plus the accompanying, dog-terrifying fireworks, unceremoniously threw out the old year and welcomed in 2022. Now day 7 of my hopefully-temporary disorder. Taking 10 prednisole tabs pd but they tell me it’ll take weeks to improve. Here’s hoping. At least the face mask covers up the worst of it. Turning to the newspapers. The usual highly-paid recipients of the Queen’s award and the usual grimace from David Beckham for being overlooked again. To my mind, no-one in the world of entertainment or sport should receive such a thing. It should go to those who spend their life giving their all to their fellow man without payment or glory, those who make a difference with no reward for themselves. Good people are hidden amongst us. You just have to look. I liked that story of a man who, when he heard of an old lady from the Isle of Wight, whose boat missed her bus connection, meaning she’d have to go home again, drove her all the way to Scotland at no cost to be with her family over the festive season. Happy and Healthy New Year to you all.