I’m travelling to Tasmania to meet a cousin I never knew existed...

This is January, the month named after the Janus figure looking in different directions.

Tonight, people round the world will be celebrating the new year.

We talk about time as though it was a physical commodity.

The group now continues without outside help.

This truly is our sofa’s time to shine.

He gifted the broken cello to the care home he loved.

In their presence we tend to ‘coo’ and ‘awww’ and smile more.

Each time we read it, I try to focus on something different in the story...

Effectively it is a non-commercial, parody option to Christmas with all its trappings.