I got invited a few nights ago by Evan to join him on New Years ‘to burn a bunch of stuff’. Sure, why not.

The rain generally kept away and the fire eventually hit its stride and we had a good couple of hours of fun at the end of his garden, teetering on the edge of irresponsibility (I think if it hadn’t been so wet recently I’d have been far more concerned).

A year of two halves, split by the heart surgery. It’s felt like a lot has started to slowly fall back into place since then, so we shall see what 2024 brings.