...Don't tell it to yourself. I'm in the middle of writing my second book; tiredness, anxiety and vulnerability are making me blurt out 'Why would they...?' Why would people walk round the Meare, which is looking bleak and frozen and exceptionally pretty under its sky? Why would people go to works/family/church, etc, parties? Why would anyone go to a pantomime/TheNutcracker/Midnight Mass? Why would anyone make a sleeping dachshund out of marzipan? And what are they smiling at? One semi-serious why: why no Christmas advertising campaigns aimed at the single? Single occupancy households are in the majority. Haven't the manufacturers ever heard of capitalism? No. The single you see in an advert is always a depressed male, the easy prey of either a visit from the Salvation Army or relatives (surprise!) from an opposite hemisphere. You will see the disappointment in spite of himself. Now he can't stay in his pyjamas all day, e...
Just a flaneur, flanning away.