Age of Minority

It was a little muted as we slipped from twenty to twenty one. The three of us were happy to be together, to be healthy, but beyond the front door, the world is still a whirlpool of chaos and stupidity ready to catch an ankle or a sleeve and pull you in. It’s a new year, but nothing has changed but the number.
No New Year dinner at the folks, a socially distanced hello in the cold morning air and steak pie back at home for us.

It’s brutal, but we stick to the rules because we’re protecting our vulnerable family members, ourselves, everyone else. I will speak more of this concept with a detailed explanation from experience with graphs and diagrams of why it’s dumb bastards are perpetuating this nightmare time. It’s not the government, it’s not a conspiracy, it’s not even the virus itself, it’s stupidity that’s keeping the train rolling. And it drives me mad.

And then there’s Brexit too. Christ.

We had a little light in the dark though, the rather perfectly named Wee Spark. I’ve been a more frequent visitor of late, keeping Jimmy a little less worried about it as he’s been either shielding or watching my mother with here new hip. Aye, that was an unexpected pre Christmas joy after an ASDA car park mishap. What a year.
But I’ve been going aboard for a little peace too, it’s a happy place, no matter how many times I bang my head on the low insides.

This evening the three of us went with cuppas and snacks and lit the fire as the sun sank and the sky’s blue was washed away by the blackest of cold, clear winter nights.
The stove lit first time and warmed fast. Coffee and toasted shortbread helped smooth the mood as the steel hull had sucked the life out of EE’s 4G for the girls.
I had my new Black Sabbath book made of old fashioned paper, I was just fine. In fact I got a pile of books for birthday and Christmas this year, it’s magic.

Oh aye, birthday, I’ve been 52 for a couple of weeks. So has Linda, we were born minutes apart in the same hospital in ’68. And here we are. What’s the chances.
52 is grown up I think? I think I’m feeling that anyway. A wee bit at least.

I think we’ll be seeing more of the Wee Spark. I like it here. And I’m learning how to drive it solo. Steer it? Ach, it’s early days.

And 2021? I suppose we’ll be seeing more of that too. It’s already a shitshow if you look at the news.

I reserve the right to maintain an easily accessible pot of joy and wear an unlikely hat of optimism though. It’s my thing after all, and I mean look at the weather? Alright!