The new year begins in just over twelve hours here in Tradgardland. I have never liked new year, even as a youth. My mother ( who would have been 90 on the 28th and died in her 80th year) into her seventies would always “ See in” the new year even on her own. She would sit up watching tv with a sherry and a piece of shortbread. She came from a Leith family who loved new year parties, singing round the piano and celebrating. Her mother threw open the windows at midnight and observed First Footing religiously. I have not taken after her. I will be glad to go to bed , be woken by fireworks at midnight and then sleep my way into 2022.
Anyway onto the state of the nation address aka what’s on the workbench-