with politicians and bankers doing the Robin Hood in reverse, stealing from the poor and giving it to the rich, and the most severe weather for at least a generation. The great beauty of sunlight over white dusted fairytale landscapes seems to have gone nearly unnoticed, leaving only the harshness of the cold and collapsing mobility conditions. There is much wishing this year and it is very different in content to the years before. It seems, for the time being anyway, that any thoughts for the new year have literally been put on ice and the strange notion, of the new year being so scared that it almost frightened itself, was found wondering my mind. The worries for sheer survival are great and therefore have to wait until christmas is over. But new friendships have developed and old once deepened during the last twelve months, leaving a warm feeling much more suitable for this season.