12-Feb-2021
Our week has been dominated by the sad news of Sunday, which is never far from our thoughts at the moment.
The last blow from the Year of the Rat...
The countdown to the New Year continued all week:
The local fireworks on 1 January were pretty impressive, but yesterday evening's by far surpassed them. There were pyrotechnics happening fairly constantly from the late afternoon, and come midnight, the city exploded.
May every bang and every flash, every rocket boom and every firecracker salvo, play its part in scaring away the evil monsters that have us all in their grip at the moment...
So today is the first day of the Year of the Ox. I don't know that anyone is foretelling anything dramatically and immediately better. But at least it's different.
If we keep our heads down, and go slow and steady like the ox, we may emerge into something brighter next year...