Happy New Year!(?)
Two Thousand and bloody Twenty Two. Somehow.
I'm on a dog walk, I'm out of breath - and somewhere in the distance in a man sat on a log, meditating by a lone Christmas tree in a Surrey valley. No-one knows why.
I hope you're doing OK. Are you?
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