Here is a yellow tree.

The misery is increasing daily as the various stalls around town go up to promote Christmas cheer. It is a strange paradox, and then it is not. The reason for Christmas has gone, and the entertainment is poor at best.

But that is not it. Live has become a succession of long walks and short drinks of coffee. There is nothing else. Facebook pictures, it is all no fun.

On Monday the flight to Ireland will leave. There will be recrimination to face from the wife, and yet-Staying would be a mistake too, for then there would be no holiday and that would be silly too.

There was a yellow tree on the opposite river bank on the morning walk today.

Here is a yellow tree.