Tears for Tiers.

My friend in Spain has reached out with help again and agreed to get me from Porto so I do not need a PCR test, I was just waiting to talk to them this evening prior to buying the ticket therefore
when a glimpse of the  ghastly triumvirate whilst out for a walk in search of Saturn, made me realise something new was afoot.    I caught the tail end of the broadcast, but basically we have gone from tier two to tier three to tier four in a week and even travel to London is circumscribed let alone going any further.  

I am consoling myself with chocolate, cake, and vodka and Bill Bailey and now the Birmingham Reps version of The Nutcracker.  

So much about this year has been ghastly,  special people who have passed  away,  not being able to see friends and family,  a huge breach emotionally and politically.  I could not have got through this year without the zoom singing,  quizzes, yoga, phone calls and the walks in nature, which inspired this year's Christmas Card.  A big big thank you to all who have kept me going, I might need more help.  It has been a tough, tough, year.  Merry Christmas everyone.