One of my favourite little moments in life is when you manage to get hold of a stash of digital photos from long ago which had been lying unbeknownst to you on someone else’s hard drive. Joshua and I decided to crash Matthew’s house this afternoon – believe it or not, my first visit – and this was exactly my reward. It’s a curious collection: survivors from a computer disaster a while ago, mostly in black and white and blurry… but it makes them feel all the more valuable, somehow. It also reminded me of the real reason I blog! Now I can reminisce just by typing in key words and have small, happy chunks of memory fly back – look, here’s Clare and me writing silly notes, or Matthew and I having philosophical arguments, or meeting Scrappy. Blogs don’t have to be read, silly, they’re really for you.
It's mid-November and my annual review of the year is nearly written. So ahead of things. Except presents: not ahead on presents.