I know, I know, it's been a while. And knowing me, now, it'll probably be another while before I post on here with any great verbosity and/or regularity.
However, having had at least three conversations now in recent weeks, with different friends (Jess, Charlie, Jenny, Claire, Jo...) about the creeping, nagging need in me to resurrect the ol' blogging habit as a way to keep the writing muscle flexed, I thought I'd at least warm up with a little NYE missive for your scrolling pleasure.
I'm not going to beat about the bush here (or do any other such damage to topiary or foliage); I'm fully anticipating 2023 to be another absolute ar$e of a year. I don't want to be pessimistic for the sake of it but certain situations that I won't go into have determined that it's likely to be just a little bit awful at times next year.
2022 had its moments.
Extreme joy.
Extreme sorrow.
Extreme heat.
Extreme cold.
Following on from a precedent set by the previous two years, 2020-II did its best to live up to its potential as being something of a shower of excrement interspersed with moments of great delight.
There were a great many more highlights than perhaps this little grid might suggest:
And I'm fully willing to accept that there will be a great many highlights in 2020-the-threequel.
But I'm also having to steel myself for the reality of it also being a game of two 'alves.
I've spent the last thirty days participating once more in Susannah Conway's excellent and thought-provoking December Reflections series; following a prompt a day and uploading a photo to the ol' Insta, the ol' gram.
And for the last couple of years, the final prompt has encouraged me to alight upon a Word for the Year.
I'm not sure of the significance of my last three WFTYs all beginning with C but there we go.
I'm hoping that by keeping this word in mind and to hand throughout the year I shall be galvanised, empowered, and granted the 'noive' to deal with whatever the year throws in my face.
I hope that it'll make me less cautious about embracing the wisdom and knowledge I can bring to the workplace, and be more forthright as a result.
And I hope that it'll help me verbalise my needs and opinions a little more articulately without the compulsion to apologise for them.
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This 👆👆👆 isn't the form that the blog will take on the regs; I'm fully prepared to revert to the classic 'overview of recent times' followed by a quick glimpse of things seen, heard, read...).
But you'll notice that I've also replaced the Christmas Animations page with one dedicated to future travels and touristin' times with my travel buddy Claire; we've clocked up Chichester and Bath (and Kingston) this year, and have plans to grace several other cities in the UK with our presence in 2023 (situations permitting).
Pulteney Bridge, Bath, October 2022
It's just a matter of getting into the habit of writing regularly again and, critically, giving you lovely loyal followers something to read. Which is always nice.
Well, on that fairly uplifting note, it remains for me only to wish you all a Happy New Year.
It wouldn't be New Year's Eve without a little Contemplative Missive from me, now, would it.
I'll keep this brief, anyway, as I'm sure you're all heading off out to parties and shenanigania while I'm basically rocking this look again
in front of this film again:
{Strictly Ballroom}
(and demanding that Ma QB show me her paso doble! Show!)
and wanting to head for bed around this time again:
Eh. Why change the habits of a near-lifetime? NYE is overrated anyway.
This week, I have mostly been ...
Reading 📕
and finishing
{Spellbook of the Lost and Found | Moïra Fowley-Doyle
While I love Fowley-Doyle's offbeat and poetic writing style I'm afraid I struggled to keep track of, and therefore care about, a cast of characters who seemed interchangeable, and who all seemed to have very similar, and overtly thematic, names: Holly. Hazel. Rowan. Rose. Ivy. Olive. Ash.
And by the end, where a crucial fact about the characters was revealed, I was even more confused, to the point whereby I skim-read the last couple of chapters as I couldn't invest enough in the story. (Sorry, Evie.)
I was not convinced by Meg (too young, not vain enough and no real connection with Brooke until he proposed) and Emily Watson still seems a little too young to be Marmee but Jo and Amy were both very well characterised, and even drippy, sickly Beth was a little more convincing than usual (and I must admit to getting a little misty-eyed over Marmee's admission to Jo that she never made any plans for marriage and children for Beth ...).
And Angela Lansbury as Aunt March? Yaaaas.
However I don't remember Laurie lusting after Jo for as long as he did. Perhaps a re-read of the novel is due?
The Miniaturist
This was such a beautifully filmed and delicately handled adaptation – down to the creepiness of the characters and the appearance of the miniatures themselves.
Absolutely now want to visit Amsterdam.
Though sadly I fear wearing a teal silk cape whilst milling around the city might not be de rigueur any more. Shame.
Cinderella
Wonderful. Very much a Disney formula but all the more magical for it.
Beauty and the Beast
Brilliantly done. Emma Watson is a born Disney hero (even if she puts the emphasis in the wrong place pronouncing Maman).
And Emma Thompson is a worthy successor to Dame Lansbury as Mrs Potts.
Though, couldn't help thinking the iconic ballroom scene was more beautifully executed in the original animation. Stickler? Maybe.
Celebrating Christmas 🎅
in the QB Stylee:
{Drivin' home for Christmas via the Bletchingley Arms for lunch, plus beer, wine and
a mocktail for Ma}
{Unsubtle demands for supper were being made ...}
{The Christmas Tree, festooned to the strains
of Bing, Dean and Wailing Mahalia}
{Angels}
{The hallway of QB Heights, Senior Division. Oddly reminiscent
of the runways at Gatwick ...}
{Kicking off Christmas Day hijinks the QB Way: with Bucks Fizz
mid-morning and overindulgence on the lebkucken.
The Fish represents the Absent Sister.}
{Snoozing Father as Standard.}
{Dressed up for dinner. And yes, I have a
constellation on my face.}
{This year's crackers came with novelty
photo props ...}
{Throwback to the days when Pa QB rocked
a pipe ...}
{Making insane faces is my FAVOURITE.}
OK, that's enough of that, I think.
{Tonbridge Castle and the river looking splendid}
I'll be the first to admit it's been a delightfully hermit-y Christmas
{I've dun did lots of writing!}
with the equally lovely exception of visiting friends Justine, Phil and Ellie on Christmas Eve; the Brazier clan on Christmas morning; and meeting cousin Tim and partner Conor on Boxing Day in the One Caff in Tonbridge that was Actually Open (Nero for the WIN)!
Sis and Ceri rocked up for Christmas Mark II on Thursday (I think? What day even is it?). Cue more gift-giving, drink-drinking, poo-flinging (don't ask) and quizzes wherever we could find them.
{So Spesh.}
{Working our way through the Only Connect quiz book ...}
{During a rather unsuccessful attempt at casting app quizzes to the telly.
Sis is not impressed.}
{Triv. Guaranteed to cause at least a tiny amount of controversy.}
And so that was Christmas.
Only another 51 weeks till we do it all over again!
Resolving 📆
... not to resolve (at least not publicly).
Now, at this time of year, it is usually customary for me to review my year in some way, shape or form, and see how much I've achieved, and how much I haven't.
This year, I can tell you without looking at last year's 'typographical infographic' that I've not achieved much of what I resolved to do this time last year.
(Let's have a look at it anyway.)
Perhaps I should feel bad that I've actually broken promises I made to myself ...
But I don't. And y'know what? That's OK.
I've said it before on this blog quite recently (all the thanks to Jos for giving me a virtual fist-bump/high five over my proclamations) and I'll say it once again since it bears repeating (that sounds familiar ... is it a lyric or just a cliche?): there is absolutely no benefit, I've discovered, after thirty-nine and a bit years on this 'ere planet, in putting extraneous pressure on oneself on the basis of one list made on one New Year's Eve to accomplish a whole chunk o' things, some of which are beyond my control to achieve. I haven't been abroad this year (promise 4).
But I have been to Hope Cove (promise number 5):
and I've been to Hertfordshire (twice!) to spend quality time with Cousin Jo:
and to Dungeness because that's how we Harwoods roll.
I haven't read fifty books (promise 1).
I've read seventeen this year.
And I've been writing The Novel with increased dedication and investment (promise 3).
Furthermore ...
I've tried to devote more time to meeting up with those delicious friends and relatives who actively pursue meeting-up opportunities. To those friends, and absent ones, I dedicate this montage:
Disclaimer: the song in this video is supposed to be out of copyright so I'll apologise if you end up with ads because of my idiocy. Eh.
I've braved London town and 'met' Actual Gillian Anderson.
I've sung and recorded with my Lovelies at Abbey Road:
{Photo courtesy of Voicerox Music/MM}
None of these things were On The List.
Yet these have been keynote moments of 2017 and worth mentioning once again.
And at times, I've got through this year the only way I know how and once in a while stepped back and thought, nope, I need a lie-in and a duvet day and everything else needs to wait.
It's not a bad thing to make plans and resolutions.
And it's not a bad thing when life intercedes to stop you from ticking off a few tick-boxes.
So maybe I'm cultivating a more casual list of Plans and Resolutions, Intentions and Goals somewhere but rather than put it out in the world I'm keeping it a secret so if I don't achieve all of those things I don't feel the need to publicly flagellate myself yet again.
Makes sense.
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And on that note, I wish you all a very Happy New Year.
(I mean, 2018 can't suck any more than the last couple of years, really, can it?) qb xx
